#she's 5 and i think i am the first person she has ever sat on (at the retirement home she was always just on her own bed)

[anastasiabowe]

𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙉 — As a broke college student, it’s not wrong to want a rich husband! That doesn’t mean you’re a gold digger, or will stoop so low you will ruin your worth, it just means you want a man who will take care of you, and guess what? You found him.

note: this will be a 3 part series! First one I’ve ever made and may be my last! So please not too much on these writings! Luv you!

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙄 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙄𝙄 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙄𝙄𝙄

Content Warnings: Language..? Nothing other than that!

Nanami stared at his reflection.

“Nanami, get it together. It’s just a date, you’ve done them plenty of times.”

Nanami repeated that to himself and each time he got more nervous. His hands were now sticky with sweat, and his stomach began to hurt from the nerves. Nanami has never been this nervous, not even for business meetings that can determine his companies status or funds.

Nanami’s phone chimed a little song as his alarm went off. It was 5:15 and he needed to leave for his date.

He went to his sink and washed the sweat from his hands. He grabbed his car keys and headed to his garage.

Once he got in his car and started driving, he didn’t want to do this date anymore. What if you found him ugly? I mean the photos he chose weren’t the best, but what if you were expecting younger, or handsomer?!

He pulled into Hermès’ parking lot, and he went to park in a spot as close to the restaurant in case of a quick exit he may have to make.

He sat in his car as the clock ticked. It was only 5:25, and his reservation wouldn’t be ready for another five minutes. He took a deep breath, and made his way into the luxurious restaurant. He signed in, and the Server brought him to his table. Nanami thanked him as the server said he would be right back and Nanami nodded. Just as he sat down his phone chimed and he picked it up.

He saw a message from Haibara.

H: “Hey dude, just wanted to wish you luck. Remember, don’t think too much and act like you. It’s not as complicated as you think! Alright, I gotta go, tell me all about the date after it, or tomorrow!

N: Thank you, I really appreciate it Haibara. I will tell you all about it tomorrow!

Nanami smiled, Haibara was too good for him. His phone chimed again and a message from you appeared on his screen.

Y: “Hey Kento! I might be running late, I missed my bus, so it might take me a few minutes! (Hopefully it’s not a deal breaker😅)

Nanami laughed to himself while also internally punching himself. Why didn’t he offer you a ride!? Oh he’s such an idiot! While Nanami cursed himself for mistakes he didn’t even make, the waiter looked at him in slight discomfort.

“Sir?” Nanami jerked his head towards the young man, startled by his sudden appearance.

“I’m sorry, did you say something?” Nanami kindly apologized.

“Oh, it’s not problem, at all! I was just wondering if you were waiting for someone, if not, are you ready to order drinks?” The young man so kindly asked the clueless Nanami the 4th time about what his plans were at the restaurant.

“Yes, I am waiting for someone, you can come back in five minutes, sorry for the troubles.” Nanami felt like an absolute clown. He is recognizable. He bets the waiter felt bad for him, thinking he was stood up, so he lingered to keep him company.

“Alright, I will be back shortly!” The young gentleman walked away, and Nanami checked his phone to see another message from you.

Y:“Hi! I’m at the front, the woman won’t let me in unless the person who made the reservation comes and gets me..”

Nanami sighed, places like these makes him hate reservations. He walks towards the front, and he couldn’t help but fucking forget how to breathe.

He saw you standing in a deep green dress. It was so flattering on your body, Nanami had to bite his lip to hold back the groan he wanted to let out.

“Hello, I am Kento Nanami. This is my date, please let her in.” Nanami’s stern voice irritatingly informed the woman. She looked up at Nanami with slight fear, she was different from the other guy who let him in, so she must be new.

You awkwardly smiled at the woman and walked towards Nanami. Nanami stepped to the side to let you walk past, and he eyed the woman up and down.

Nanami followed you and soon lead you to the table, and he pulled out your seat to help you sit down. He cringed at himself for acting so out of character for you. He never once felt or done this for a date, and so this all feels so forced.

“Thank you.” Your soft, sweet, voice quietly giggled and thanked him as you scooted your chair in with the help of Nanami.

“No problem.” He grunted. The awkward tension between you two was thick, but praise to god above, the waiter came over to the table.

“Glad to see your date arrived Mr. Nanami.” The waiter smirked towards Nanami, Nanami not finding it very funny. You looked in between them both, it just have been an inside joke.

“Can I get you both started with drinks?”

You looked at Nanami, insinuating him to order first.

“Um, What’s your finest wine?”

“That would be the Romanée-Conti, sir.”

“Then I will have that.” Nanami cleared his throat. You smirked, and looked at the waiter.

“A water would be fine, thank you.” The waiter nodded.

“I will be right back with your drinks.” Nanami and you both nodded back.

“So you don’t drink wine?”

“I’m 20.” You smiled at him.

Nanami felt a spring burst in his ear. You were 20, how could he forget!

“I’m sorry, I knew that, I do not know what’s come over me!" He scoffed at himself.

"Oh, no worries at all!" You awkwardly laughed. You hoped he wasn't too upset for forgetting your age..

"I tried a few types of wine before when I went to Europe with my family a while ago, I didn't really like any of them." You smiled, hopefully that helped ease his nerves.

Nanami chuckled, trying to erase the embarrassment he felt for acting so childish. No one would be offended if someone forgets their age..! "Am I a fucking child?! Who would get mad if I forget their age!" Nanami thought to himself.

"Wine is not for everyone. Took me a while to find my niche." Nanami smiled, making eye contact. You looked down when you caught his eyes, and tried to hide the smile that was creeping on your face.

Nanami knew that look, and felt his heart warm. "So, tell me, Y/n," he cleared his throat. "What are you majoring in?"

You looked back up, surprised at his question. "Uh, I'm majoring in business!" You smirked, seeing a sparkle appear in his eyes. You knew he loved to talk about business, hence everything in his profile was about business.

"interesting. Are you planning on starting one?"

"yes! I mean, I'm not sure what I want to do with any businesses I might create, but they're somewhere on the line of some sort of marketing." Nanami couldn't find you any more perfect. Not only are you beautiful and smart, you both share the same interests!

"Wow, I mean, if you need any help starting a business, you can always ask me. I've helped over 300 people start a business and 98% of them were successful." Your heart beated at the thought of having your own business and maybe a partner to help you through it all.

"really? I couldn't ask you to do that."

"I would love to, my favorite thing is to help others succeed. That's the whole point of my company."

You softly smiled, honestly completely out of words.

"Just let me know. But, let's put that aside, I'm curious, why were you truly on Richify?"

You laughed, you knew he would ask, I mean it was a very valid question.

"I could ask the same for you, but to tell you the truth, I want a rich husband." You were utterly amazed by how honest you were being. You barely know Kento and here you are telling him your selfish desires.

He lifted both of his eyebrows in shock, but had a playful smirk dancing on his face.

"Oh, is that so?"

"I don't like dating around. For the few guys I've been with, after maybe the second date, they just weren't the one so I limited who I met with and who I talked to." You scratched your head, hoping he agreed.

Nanami thought about his words carefully.

"Exactly that. I don't get how people can just hop from person to person, I can't stand the thought of it." Nanami chuckled, you chuckling with him.

"yeah, but you seem like someone worth my time." This time those words actually came out of your mouth on their own. You slapped your hand over your mouth. Nanami chuckled, amused by your slight embarrassment.

"is that so?" Nanami puting more emphasis on 'that'.

"I don't know why I said that.." you shyly giggle. He only eyed you down, making you more nervous.

"don't worry, I think you're worth my time also." Nanami winked, you smiled, and started to ease up. The waiter came back with the wine and water.

"Here you..go." he carefully set the wine glasses down, alongside a pitcher of water and a bottle of wine.

"would you like me to pour you your wine, or would you prefer to have the bottle?"

"I'll take the bottle, thank you."

"alright, are you both ready to order?"

You and Nanami gave him your respective orders, and the rest of the night went really well!

As the night went on, you found out truly why nanami was on that app and what his true desires were. The desires of wanting his own family, a family that didn't worry about money, a family that loved each other. You couldn't help but think about how a man with such power and influence would want such a normal life. But, you also smiled thinking about how much you both wanted the same thing.

You both also talked about how it was for a girl so young to not find any guys, and a guy so old to not find any girls and how funny it was that you both met.

You both also started to talk about things more deeper, more personal. You both talked about the failed relationships and the dates you went on, what your likes and dislikes were, turn ons and turn offs, what you both found weird or normal, or even your favorite type of animal. Everything either of you said did nothing more than to help the person you were sitting across fall more deeply in love with you.

Nanami admired every single aspect of you. He adored how wide your smile would get just from his jokes and stories alone, how beautiful your hands were, which were littered with rings, as they smoothed down your dress, he admired how clean and beautiful you looked, no matter how much you covered your face with your hands, he found you beautiful. No matter how much you nervously hugged your body, he found you even more beautiful. You were simply too beautiful for him to handle.

And ever since that night, dinners turned into breakfast, and breakfasts turned into brunches, and brunchs turned into amusement parks, and amusement parks turned into sleep overs, and sleep overs turned into moving in.

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"Nanami," you sighed as he pulled you softly onto his lap, legs spreading as he held your hips tightly. "You know I couldn't do that to you, my apartment is fine!"

He looked up at you, eyes soft as a knowingly smile danced on his face. He's asked you quite a few times to just move in with him, you've always been hesitant to the idea, not sure if that's what your ready for. You've never moved in with a boyfriend, let alone someone like Nanami.

"I know baby, but it would be so beneficial for us both. I mean, we can carpool to work since you took that internship at my job, we don't have to worry about meeting up when we are always together, I mean, hell, you wouldn't have to worry about rent." He softly said, as you continued to have your worries.

His house was so empty without you there all the time. I mean, he barely has anything in that mansion, and whenever you come over, you always shiver from how cold it was, except when you get to snuggle under the warm pink blankets you brought to his house to give it a little color instead of the plain white, black, and gray color scheme.

"Yeah, but that's a big step. I mean I have a lot of stuff and 2 pets!" You looked into his eyes as you emphasized your point.

"I love Milo and Princess." He simply said.

"I have a lot of clothes" He smirked as I said that as if that was a laughable point.

"I have a few walk in closets"

"I mean, God knows if my landlord will let me move out, I don't really know the terms and conditions of my lease."

"we'll figure it out." His voice never wavered nor changed in tone as he softly reassured you.

You didn't have any other points than that, I mean, what if it doesn't... You know..

"Wait, but what if-"

"Y/n please, I'm not trying to pressure you, but I think you moving in would be for the best. It gets so lonely when I don't have you next to me every waking moment. I need you here with me, I need you to help fill this empty house with things you love, we love." Nanami chuckled thinking about how the house would be a completely new home with your charm added to it. It would have a warmer and homier feel to it.

His hands began to softly rub up your sides and to your back. His would softly glide over your skin, making you melt into his touch. You nodded and relaxed as his words of how much he wanted, no needed you here made you feel. You did want to live with him. You wanted to wake up and breathe his fresh smell, listen to his deep soothing voice hum any song, and feel him everywhere you go.

You wanted to say 'Yes nanami! I will move in with you!' but an underlying feeling of doubt still clouded your mind. You had to say something.

"Nanami, I want to live with you, I really do! But.." his hands stopped moving, and slowly settled back onto my hips.

"But? Is something wrong?" His face now wasn't as soft and playful, now more tense and worried.

"No, but.." I sighed, trying to look away from him. He softly grabbed my chin with his hand making me face him again, eyes staring up directly into yours.

"Tell me, I promise you, no problem can't be fixed."

"I'm sorry, I really didn't want to think this way, but.. What if we, you know, break up? I mean I can't afford to move out, and my family lives far and that would really su-"

"y/n." He stopped me before my head started spiraling. He knew how you thought. He knew how much you overthink simple things, and don't always see things positively.

He took a deep breath, unsure as to why you were thinking you both might separate.. were you..

Unhappy?

"Please tell me you aren't unhappy in our relationship." Nanami's eyes left your as he was now just searching your face for a confirmation.

"no! No of course not, I'm very happy, why would you think that?" Now it was your turn to grab his chin and make him face you.

"well, I mean, you're having doubts about us taking our relationship to the next level, and your scaring me with the thought you don't see us ending up in a happy successful relationship." His voice was so raw, so clear, he was genuinely nervous about how you truly felt.

You felt extremely terrible for even thinking so negatively. You knew your boyfriend hated when you thought negatively, always taking those thoughts as something you're actually feeling. And in this case, he was assuming you weren't happy in your relationship.

Nanami's eyebrows were extremely furrowed as he tried to process and read your facial expressions again for now, a sign of any lies in what you said.

Your face softened as you placed both of your hands on the sides of his face. Your thumbs came to his brows as you softly stroked them to help them go back to his they were as you spoke to him.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I promise I didn't mean to insinuate that. It's just, I've never moved in with a boyfriend of mine, and I usually like to prepare for the worst." Your voice was quiet as you felt his eyebrows' tension slowly release and his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. Nanami laid his cheek on your chest, and let out a huge breath in relief.

"Just.." nanami chuckled. "Just let me know what you decide on. I'm not going anywhere, so take as much time as you need." You smiled, and stroked his hair. You just hummed in response, and you both continued to peacefully dwell in each other's arms.

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[in-class-daydreams]

Just Between Us (Satoru Gojo x Reader)

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Utahime!Reader Synopsis: You possess a coveted ability, the Blessed Womb, meaning your offspring will bear any and all cursed techniques in their father's bloodline. As such, you've lived a life isolated from society, to protect your rare capability. But what about you? Is that all you are? A womb? You refuse to be reduced to what your body can do. You and Satoru Gojo were born on the same cold day in December 1989. The Universe seems to have designed you to be twin flames, but by now you happen to resent the Universe making all your decisions for you. Set around the beginning of the school year of Gojo's second year of high school. Notes/TW: Toxic patriarchy & arranged marriage culture. Reader is sheltered to an abusive degree. Some mentions of blood. Gojo and reader argue a whole bunch and yes, that's a warning. Fem pronouns used and the reader has a uterus for plot reasons.

“The hell do you mean you kissed Geto?” you shout at Gojo.

You sat at your vanity, painstakingly plucking pins from the elaborate updo that the maids put your hair into. Your personal attendant, Miwako, would have a heart attack with how harsh you were being with her labor of love, but she had enough survival instincts to leave you and Gojo be. This wasn’t the first fight of yours she’d been in proximity to, and it wouldn’t be the last.

The boy in question leans against your dresser. He’s still wearing his school uniform, not even having the decency to change clothes for your birthday ceremony while you’d been getting trussed up like a Christmas ham since 6 am.

“Technically, he kissed me. And it was just the one time,” he drawls. Your oldest friend stares off into space, likely reminiscing the feeling of kissing one Suguru Geto. You’d never seen the man, since he never had a reason to visit the Utahime Estate and you weren’t allowed to leave. Gojo would have shown you pictures, if your clan elders allowed any blue light on the premises.

You pointedly avoid his gaze - he wasn’t paying attention to you anyhow, probably too busy thinking about Geto - and busy yourself with dismantling the amalgamation of clips and pins that was your hairstyle.

“You’re mad,” Gojo says.

“What would I be mad for, Satoru?” you reply simply.

He counts on his fingers. “First, you’re not looking at me. Second, you called me ‘Satoru,’ and third, I know everything about you, I know when you’re mad.”

You resent that. Gojo was always under the assumption that he knew, as he said, “everything about you,” and you were always positive that he was full of it. He might have been your oldest friend, and he was a significant part of your life, but in light of all the “fate this” and “destiny that” talk from just about everyone you’ve ever met, you were adamant that your thoughts were your own.

You and Satoru Gojo were born on the same cold day in December 1989. The heir to the Gojo Clan first opened his eyes around 6 am, just as the sun broke the horizon and turned the sea of indigo night to golden morning. You, who would be imbued with the Blessed Womb and therefore responsible for the fate of the Utahime Clan, filled your mother’s bedroom with your newborn wails just before 5 pm, when the orange and periwinkle and blue and blush were being covered in a blanket of night. The sight of you brought tears to your big sister’s eyes.

The two of you were introduced to each other as soon as possible, swaddled in your respective blankets and placed beside each other. What your clans envisioned, you’d never know, but baby Satoru wailed in his mother’s arms until his swaddle made contact with yours. All froze in stunned silence when you both immediately fell into a peaceful slumber. It was as if the stars made you to be two parts of a whole.

Within that year, when you were having trouble learning to roll over, you finally did so to come face to face with him. Months later, his first steps were towards you. His mother liked to say that you were a cosmic match, and she guessed that your mother would have said the same thing, had she survived your birth.

The two of you were a fairytale straight out of a storybook.

You would come to resent that.

Where was your own agency? Were you to inevitably fall for a man whom destiny chose for you? What about what you wanted? Why did you not have a say in the universe’s great plan for you?

But none of that mattered, for as you grew older and the true nature of your Blessed Womb came to light, each scrap of autonomy you possessed was stripped away. For much of your childhood, you shared a joint birthday party, alternating between estates each year. As soon as it was up to him, Satoru decided that any celebrations would be just about you. Maybe he believed he was doing you a favor, but all that did was concentrate all the public scrutiny onto you.

You click your tongue. “Yeah, well, you’re free to do whatever you want. I’m happy for you and your new boyfriend.”

“It’s not like that,” he says.

A bobby pin slips from your grip and flings into the mirror, bouncing to the ground. You grunt in frustration and spin around to face him.

“What’s it like, then?” you demand.

He raises his hands up in defense. “It felt weird! We’re good where we’re at, and– Look, I’m not a mind reader, okay? You say with your mouth that you’re happy for me, and then you act pissed off. Which is it and what do you want from me?”

When you try to look away again, he leans the same way, forcing himself into your field of view every time you turn your head.

“Are you mad you’re not my first kiss? Is that it?” You pause at his question and stare at him blankly. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he adds, “You’re my first everything else, princess, you can’t let someone else have this one?”

You grab the first thing within reach - a pretty metal claw clip - and fling it at him. He catches it easily.

“Shut up! You’re so–!” you shout, unable to find an insult suitable for the ire you feel. “You’re so!”

“Full of myself?” he helpfully supplies.

“Don’t put words in my mouth!” you snap. “You’re so damn full of yourself, it’s a wonder you have room for anyone else!” You turn your back to him. “Maybe you don’t.”

 The house servants, and probably your sister if she was in her room, were plenty used to yours and Gojo’s spats by now. You heard from a particularly loose-lipped new maid that there’s a running tally in the staff quarters keeping score of who wins your arguments. She wouldn’t say more, but you like to believe that you’re winning. “Don’t think I care who you put your thin, crusty lips–”

“My lips are soft and supple!”

“Thin–” you emphasize. “--crusty lips on! You can kiss my grandmother for all I care, if she lets you anywhere near her.”

“Grandma Utahime wishes she could get herself a taste of this!”

“Whatever!” You rubbed your temples and tried to will away what you called your “Gojo Headache.” All the headaches caused by him stretched all the way across your forehead and somehow made your jaw ache. They were unmistakable and exclusive.

“See, that’s what pisses me off,” Gojo says, gesturing with one hand. “We argue and when you don’t want to argue any more, you just say ‘whatever’ and nothing gets solved.”

“What part of me not wanting to argue any more do you not understand? You’re so stubborn, it’s not worth it!” you reply.

There’s a light knock at the door. Through it, you hear Miwako’s muffled voice bid you goodnight.

She can’t see you, but you lower your head and speak as soft and sweet as possible. “Thank you, Miwako. Sleep well, and thank you for attending me today.” Then you turn back to Satoru. “But if you’re going to be a pain in the ass about it–”

“I’m the pain in the ass?”

“-- I’ll tell you why I’m mad! I woke up this morning, drank that nasty red ginseng tea, got in the tub, got every inch of me scrubbed down and then lotioned. The attendants brought me into the main hall where I sat and did tea ceremony while the jujutsu clans paraded their men around in front of me, insisting that my grandmother - not me - agrees to a marriage alliance to unite the clans.” Gojo opens his mouth to speak, but you’re not done. “Iori refused to make eye contact with me all day - just like she does every year on my birthday - so the last person I was counting on was you! So excuse me if I’m upset that you showed up late, made me face the Kamo Clan, Naoya Zenin, and the Inumaki Clan’s ten year old successor on my own, then had the audacity to come in and act like it’s fine to talk about your love life like everything is fine and dandy for us both, because it isn’t! It’s just great for you!”

You take a deep breath, panting by now. It’s been a while since you ripped Gojo a genuine new one. Usually, the two of you have minor spats over things you can’t remember and call it a day. The two of you don’t even apologize, you just move on.

The problem was, things would always be harder on you than him. While you sympathized with the insurmountable pressure he must be feeling as the heir of both of his clan’s techniques, he was a man. In the archaic values of the jujutsu upper nobility, he would be free to make more of his own decisions in one day than you would in your entire life. That, and he wasn’t cursed with a Blessed Womb.

You’re still shaking with rage when you glance at Gojo. Even behind his blackout shades, you can see that his eyes are blown wide. But when he finally formulates a reply, you decide that there’s nothing he can say right now that won’t piss you off, so you go over to the window and check outside to see if the coast is clear.

Over your shoulder, you tell him, “Go home, Satoru, every time you open your mouth, you piss me off.”

You throw a leg over the sill and heave yourself up. Gojo follows close behind.

“As if I ever let you boss me around,” he scoffs. He holds a hand out for you to stabilize yourself and you swat it away.

Bringing the other leg over, you land in the grass with a quiet thump. “Point proven,” you deadpan.

Gojo doesn���t even need to use his hands to help him. They remain in his pockets as he takes a high step through the window and easily slips out behind you. It’s an awkward fit for him with limbs as unwieldy as his.

You stalk off through the darkness to the edge of the estate. You quietly slip through and make your way down the path towards gardens. Not many flowers are in bloom this time of year, but the hedges stand tall and obscure you from view of the house.

Gojo ambled along beside you, leaned far back with his questionable posture. You don’t hate him, despite how vicious your fights could be. He was the only person who didn’t treat you differently from everyone else. Funny, considering he was more tied to your existence than anyone else. Even if he liked to push your buttons, he saw you for you, not what you were cursed with.

You were only four years old when extensive genetic testing revealed that you were imbued with an exceedingly rare, ancient power your clan took to calling the Blessed Womb. After studying the signs of its manifestation, the direction of the entire clan became geared towards finding you an auspicious match.

The major jujutsu clans, and many of the minor ones, possessed more than one cursed technique per clan. However, it was rare for any one sorcerer to be born with talents in more than one technique, Satoru being the first in generations to possess both the Six Eyes and Limitless. Precedence and sparse written records dictated that if you coupled with a jujutsu sorcerer, your offspring was not only guaranteed to possess whatever your own abilities were, but they’d manifest any and all of their father’s techniques as well.

Needless to say, the sharks frenzied once word got out.

You flop down in the grass and lay on your back to look up at the night sky. The estate was more isolated from the city and had no electric lights. The stars twinkled above, and you almost felt sorry for cursing them so. Emphasis on almost, seeing as they had no qualms about doing the same to you.

“Who cares about the yearly marriage exhibition?” Gojo asked. He joined you in the grass, leaning back on his hands. “When the time comes, you’re just gonna marry me, right?” When you don’t reply, he continues, “We were born on the same day, these superstitious old crones wouldn’t go back on that.”

“Shut up, Satoru,” you think to yourself. Not that he would have, had you said it aloud.

“We marry, you don’t have to deal with them ever again, and you’re free,” he says like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “You can even get a boyfriend, if you want, I don’t mind.”

“And then what, Satoru?” You can’t keep the irritation out of your voice. “We live complacently in our loveless marriage and I help you rebuild your clan, give you an heir even stronger than you, and we all live happily ever after? You, me, and our respective side pieces?”

Satoru goes quiet. For all the times you’ve told him to shut his mouth, his silence puts a pit in your stomach. The air doesn’t feel quite right without his voice.

“Hey, I–”

“I thought we knew each other better than that,” he says quietly.

Something ugly wells inside you. A warped monster born of feelings you locked away years ago. It lived in the dark, starving, uncared for until it morphed into a malicious caricature of what it used to be.

No matter what you feared you felt, you couldn’t love Satoru Gojo. Period.

One day, you’d be free. You would withhold the usage of your Blessed Womb from the world. You would go childless to maintain scraps of your autonomy, and you’d learn to live your own life. Study jujutsu sorcery, rent an apartment you could decorate. Anything to stop feeling like you were being jerked around by fate.

As for Gojo, he wanted a family. Something to call his own, where he didn’t have to be the strongest. He could just be Satoru. And to accept that life with him would mean compromising your own desires. Besides, was your love for him a choice you made or was it yet another thing fate wanted to force upon you?

“I’m sorry,” you say, because you are. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know what you meant.”

He lies down on his side facing you. You respond in kind, rolling over to face him just like the first time when you were children.

Your clan would be scandalized by your proximity. His warm breath tickles your face. He smells of crushed spearmint and clean linen.

Funny how if your lives weren’t so intertwined, you might’ve let yourself love him fully.

Gojo leans forward slowly enough for you to pull back if you want. Against your better judgment, you don’t. He stops and it becomes quickly apparent that he won’t move any further. If you want this, you have to close the gap.

All you want is to close your eyes and surge forward, pressing your lips to his. You imagine they’re soft as he claimed and you’d know you’re in trouble when the butterflies aren’t just in your stomach. They’d be splashed across your nose, collecting in your fingertips, and fluttering down your legs, and just like that, you’d be his.

You can’t have that, now, can you?

Gojo’s eyes snap open when your warmth disappears. You sit up and he follows suit, looking more uncertain than you’d ever seen him.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks and you shake your head furiously, both as a response and to clear your head.

Avoiding his gaze, you reply, “No?”

“Is that a question or?”

“Look, Satoru, we’ve had a lot of firsts together and today was the first time we didn’t, right?” You rip up the grass beneath you in your fingers. 

Gojo jumps to his feet, furious. “No way you’re punishing me for what happened with Suguru!”

“I’m not punishing you for shit!” You throw your hands up in the air. “Can’t I say two sentences without you interrupting me?”

“Then talk!” Gojo shouts back, uncaring that the two of you could be heard. “Explain to me what your problem is!”

“I’m surprised you wanna hear it, at this point!” you retort, getting to your feet.

“Of course I do! I always do when it’s you!”

“All I’m saying is maybe we don’t have to be each other’s firsts for everything! You got to have your first kiss with your first love, so I want to save mine for the same!” you finish.

Gojo freezes, and you take that to mean you’re right on the money.

“I–” you run a hand through your hair. “I know you like you know me. And I’ve never heard you talk about anyone or anything the way you talk about him, so. Yeah. I’m not mad, Toru. I promise. I am happy for you.”

His face is unreadable, which is saying something coming from you. Your oldest friend looks a mix of incredulous, confused, and something else you can’t place.

He shakes his head. More. And he keeps shaking it until you think his eyes are going to fall out.

“You know what, I–” He groans in frustration. “You’re impossible, you know that? I’m not mad you don’t want to kiss me, that’s fine, that’s up to you, I would never hold that against you in this lifetime or the next or the dozen after that, but my problem is with everything else you just said!”

“Who said I don’t want to kiss you, Toru? Don’t put words in my mouth!” you reply.

“Is that the only thing you listened to?”

Something inhuman screeches near the front gate, effectively cutting off the conversation at hand. You pale. With someone as valuable as you on the premises, the Utahime Estate had state-of-the-art protections in place. Nothing unauthorized should have been able to make it anywhere near.

Gojo puts his glasses back on. “Stay here.”

“What? No, I’m coming with you!” you insist, but he’s not having it.

“Just because I taught you to fight doesn’t mean I want you doing it! Stay here!” And with that, Gojo runs off into the night.

You watch him take a few steps then disappear and not for the first time, you wish you could teleport, too. Reaching into your sleeve,  you pull a spool of red thread from a small pocket inside.

Seconds later, their hair on your arms stand on end and a sense of foreboding overtakes you. You hear a low growl behind you and smile. Time to put Gojo’s teachings to the test.

~

Your clanmates find you right where Gojo left you, panting and covered with curse blood and unidentifiable chunks. Red threads hang tangled and limp from both your hands.

The clan’s matriarch, your grandmother, shuffles up to you and grabs your chin, tilting it from side to side searching for blemishes of any sort. Meanwhile, the rest of the clan fussed over how a curse could have made it past the protections.

“Where’s Toru?” you ask tiredly. The cursed spirit that attempted to ambush you was relatively easy to beat, large, but awkward and slow-moving, but it still took some movement on your part to dispatch it. You could only hope that Gojo didn’t meet anything too menacing.

Right on cue, because he loved to make an entrance, Gojo strolled across the yard, hands in his pockets like it was a warm, sunny day in the park and not nearly midnight. But what really caught your clan’s attention was the tall, wide older man marching at his side. You’d never seen him before and you couldn’t recall Gojo mentioning him in any of his stories from school.

Gojo walks right through the small crowd and stopped in front of you and your grandmother.

“Everyone, I’d like you all to meet my teacher, Mr. Masamichi Yaga,” he says.

The older man bows to the matriarch. “As Gojo said, I’m a second-year instructor at Tokyo Jujutsu High.”

Your grandmother gives a withering stare of disapproval. “And I assume Satoru has a very good reason for bringing an unauthorized adult man onto my estate, especially with my granddaughter present.”

With an appearance as painstakingly maintained as yours, you and your clan quickly learned that the men that got to be in your presence required strict curating, lest the wrong man get the wrong idea.

“Actually, I’m here because of your granddaughter,” Yaga says.

“What would a jujutsu instructor possibly want with her?” When your grandmother asked questions, it wasn’t because she needed an answer. More often than not, she’d already put two and two together and was seeing if they had the balls to say it aloud for her.

“I mean, she just slayed a Grade 2 cursed spirit, so,” Gojo shrugs.

Everyone who knew of Satoru Gojo had an opinion of him, and people could say what they wanted, but if nothing else, he was a gifted instructor. Every movement during your fight felt comfortable, confident, controlled.

“Lady Utahime, it is as good as law that those who possess a cursed technique must attend formal schooling in jujutsu sorcery,” Yaga explains something she knows full well.

Your grandmother gives him a long look, then glares at you.

“It seems as though she’s picked up a thing or two on her own.” Her gaze pierces through Gojo and it was unclear who truly possessed the Six-Eyes. To his credit, though, he just smiled at her guilelessly. She clicked her tongue. “Well played, Satoru.” To you, she says, “You will perform your full duty to the clan. We did not spend generations building our life only for you to squander it with your selfishness.”

You blink. “Yes, grandmother.” You’re honestly lost at this point.

“Pack your things, get out of my sight. Yaga, come with me to discuss terms.” She turns to head back towards the house with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Let us pray that Satoru Gojo truly is the strongest.”

The rest of the entourage follows close behind her. You watch them go until Gojo slings an arm over your shoulders, nonplussed by the blood and entrails still covering you.

“Yay! Let’s go pack your stuff!” He drags you towards your room. “You can live right next to me, and whatever you don’t have, we can buy in the city, my treat!” He cheers.

“Hold on!” You pull back and easily slip out of his grasp. Clearly he only meant to guide you and you were always free to escape his hold. “What am I missing here?”

Gojo grins boyishly and takes you by the hands.

“Starting right now, you’re going to be a student at Jujustu High!” he announces.

Your jaw goes slack. “What? I can’t! I’ve never even left the estate! My grandmother would never agree to this!”

Taking one hand and dropping the other, Gojo pulls you - more gently - towards your room.

“She just did. Now, come on! Before she changes her mind!”

As you struggle to keep up with his long strides, the pieces begin to come together in your mind. Your grandmother was always very strict, to say the least, and she insisted that you complete your duty to the clan. Since birth, it had been drilled into your head that your bride price, along with other gifts of good will and an alliance with another clan, would single handedly revive your dying clan. To be fair, you could see the logic. You only wished you didn’t have to sacrifice every aspect of your life.

But maintaining your beauty was a show of wealth. Your Blessed Womb would be plenty to secure everything the clan needed. With it, even if you had one eye and three noses, you’d have a barrage of suitors.

What’s more, doctors concluded that your unnaturally high output of cursed energy was the key component in your mother’s death during your birth. Grandmother hadn’t done anything about it yet, but it was the general consensus that if you had a strong control of your own technique, your chances of surviving childbirth were much higher. There was just that one final push to force your grandmother to relinquish control of you.

“Those curses didn’t break through our defenses,” you say in realization. “You let it in. That’s how Mr. Yaga was here.”

Gojo doesn’t turn back, but you can see his cheeks shift with his smile.

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” he says.

“That’s why you were late today,” you say quietly. A pit grows in your stomach. “You were setting all this up.”

He squeezes your hand and guides you into your bedroom. He lets you go and flops onto your bed, arms and legs spread like a starfish.

“I promised I’d help you be free of this estate one day. Remember what you said to me a couple years ago?” he asks.

Forcing yourself to move, you pull out the necessities and throw them on the bed. “Not really, no.”

“You said, and I quote,” he took on a high-pitched falsetto, “”If I spent all my time waiting for a man to rescue me, I’d never get anything done.” Do you remember that?”

Vividly, but you decide he doesn’t need to know that. You already gave him a free pass for that piss poor imitation of you. You grab a few select pieces of your favorite hair accessories.

“Sort of,” you reply.

“All I did today was give you an opportunity.” His eyes, the color of the heavenly sky, focus on you. “Congratulations, my twin flame. You rescued yourself tonight.”

~~

(A/N: Will this get more parts? Probably. Lmk what you think and thanks for reading <;3)

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[messylustt]

Heyy!! I Hope you’re doing well and have/had a great day🥰

I wanted to request a ghostface ethan x reader smut oneshot and to be honest I don’t really have a exact idea but I just love the way you write and portrait ethan and I also think you are one of the only ones that also write him as a Dom :)

Maybe you could throw in some degrading and choking or some public sex if ur comfortable with that ofc!

Here’s kind of a „idea“ but you don’t have to use it if you don’t want to:

Reader and Ethan are in the same friend group ofc but they really hate each other (Ethan is ghostface) and idk maybe when the ghostface attacks begin (scream 6) one time where reader is walking home or something she gets a call from ghostface (Ethan) and first he’s like trying to scare her but reader isn’t that intimidated since she survived before (scream 5) and she’s also a bad ass and then gf (Ethan) randomly starts flirting with her/ dirty talking and the reader kinda goes with it since she has a bit of a thing for gf and then when she’s in a ally gf pops up and it comes to smut somehow and just before reader is about to cum, Ethan reveals himself?

(Oh and I would still love to see the bickering and fighting with Ethan and reader before the gf smut? If that’s okay with you)

I am so sorry, that got so long omg- 💀

THANK YOU ALREADY IN ADVANCE!!🫶🏻

nothing's too long babe! love this plot. meanish banter is MWAH

behind the mask — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : you don’t realise that ghostface is your enemy ethan until you’ve gone too far.

contents : slight choking, fingering, semi public sexual stuff (in an alleyway), enemies to kinda enemies who want to fuck, dub con, finger sucking. wc 2.7k

"Which brings us to our suspect list," Mindy spoke, as the entire group sat at a campus off to the side and away from prying ears.

Ethan mockingly coughs, before muttering your name. You shoot him glare. "I'm sorry, who here has survived a Ghostface attack, that's right, not you." You bite at Ethan, adjusting yourself on the bench.

Ethan rolls his eyes. "And you survived pathetically." He mutters.

"Excuse me?" You snap your head back to Ethans direction. You'd never liked this boy, almost too "innocent", and always playing the victim.

"The only pathetic one here is you, Ethan." You hated each other. You could never pinpoint why, just the fact that you did. And everyone knew it. Your smile would always drop when he walked in, your tone turning sour. And Ethan's comments became harsher the moment you said anything.

Chad was surprised by how heated Ethan's anger for you was. He'd never seen the boy say such mean things with such confidence, its like he was a different person when you were around.

"Alright, you two can bicker later." Mindy quickly chimed in, continuing on with her suspect list. She faced Ethan who still had a scowl on his face. "Ethan, the shy, dorky guy, whose so shy and dorky that no one would ever suspect him."

You scoff. "You left out sad and alone." You comment, making Ethan shoot you glare to which you mockingly smiled.

You turn your attention to Mindy. "Don't waste your time on him. He doesn't have the guts to be Ghostface."

Ethan was offended, more than by any other comment you'd thrown at him. Didn't have the guts? He internally scoffs. Maybe he should cut out yours to replace his supposed faulty ones.

As Mindy went to speak on Quinn's sexual habits, tagging her as a suspect, you could feel Ethan's eyes burning holes into the back of your head. You turn to him, narrowing your eyes, before muttering 'what?'

He narrows his own, dragging his gaze along your face. He leans closer to whisper. "You look like you came out of hell."

"Mm, and I'd love to send you there." You hissed back, staying quiet so as not to ruin Mindy's ranting. She can get quite mean when you interrupted her passions.

"You could try." Ethan says, as you turn your head to fully face him. Your faces were close, scowls very present.

"I would try and succeed, Ethan. We both know I'd win."

Ethan scoffs in your face. "You seem awfully confident."

"Again who here has survived a Ghostface attack?" You ask tilting your head. "I can promise it means I have a streak for winning, and I happen to be rather competitive." You lean even closer, whispering in his ear. "You don't stand chance, sweetheart." You mock out the pet name, noticing the way his body tenses. Most likely out of anger.

You lean back putting your full attention on Mindy.

;;

The streets were decently busy with costumed poeple, laughing and joking. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Bringing it out you didn't bother checking the number assuming it was someone from your friend group checking you got home. "I'm fine, just walking—"

"To your apartment, I know." But the voice isn't one of the twins or the sisters.

"I'm sorry, I thought this was someone else." You say, skeptically. You gaze around, trying to see if anyone looked suspicious with a phone. Then when he spoke again, you finally realised and recognised the voice.

"You won't find me." A deep chuckle follows. Ghostface. You immediantly straighten, feeling the familiar shivers wracking your spine.

You clench your jaw. "I don't have time for this."

"Oh, no, you have plenty of time." Ghostface replies. "Because all you're going to do, is walk home, take out another tub of icecream and stare at men you can never have on the screen."

You open and close your mouth, feeling partly offended and the other part nervous. How would he know that? "Why'd you call?" You steer the conversation elsewhere, but Ghostface doesn't seem to want to, continuing on.

"You'd be wearing those little shorts that cover nothing, with that top that shows just how cold you usually are." You pause, swiftly trying to spot him on the street.

"You don't know that."

"Don't I?" You clench your teeth, because you did wear shorts for bed, and yes, they may be on the looser side, but it's not like you went out that late. You stayed home alone. Or so, you had thought.

"You're a creep."

"You sound surprised." Ghostface replies. "You shouldn't be. Though I guess there isn't too much going on in the pretty head of yours."

A snarl edges your lips. "You think you're so high and mighty, being a copycat to murderers who lost." You remind him.

"It's called carrying on the legacy." He quickly remarks, making you scoff. You had quickened your steps across the streets, deciding it best to get inside your apartment and behind a locked door.

"That "legacy" as you call it, sucks." You say, hearing a chuckle in repsonse.

"Does it? Because if I remember correctly, you always felt a shiver run down your spine when you heard my voice." He pauses, his smile practically seeable. "And not in a terrible way at all."

You gulp. "Now you're just making up shit."

"Really?" Ghostface probes. "So you don't feel all hot right now? A small rush from speaking to me, one that makes you excited. You don't feel that?"

Your mouth has dried, as you try to cool your body down, noticing how it—especially your core—heated up as the conversation continued. "Well, I'm sorry to say. But you're wrong. Very wrong."

"Do you want me to find out?" Ghostface asks, making you stop your steps, swiftly glancing around, your chest starting to heave quicker. "Because I'm afraid, I don't believe you, sweetheart."

"Is this some new tactic. Get me vulnerable in a...different way."

"You think me flirting with you is a tactic? Poor girl."

You scoff. "That wasn't flirting."

"Was I too subtle?" He asks, his tone showing his enjoyment.

You grind your teeth, having to stop, as a large group of what appears to be Halloween market-goers blocking the path. "Excuse me." You try, pushing past people, but they don't budge making you scowl at them.

"Are you stuck?" You can hear Ghostface say on the other line. "Do you need help?"

"Hang the fucking phone up. And stop acting like some scary villain, when you're really just some third grader doing prank calls." You hiss, trying again to push past the loud crowd.

Ghostface chuckles, as you end up getting pushed aside against a stall, making you curse. "You seem to have a lot of incorrect assumptions." He begins. 'I'm getting quite offended here."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." You sarcastically say, trying again to weave through the growing crowd.

"You're rather mean actually." He mockingly pouts out.

"And you kill people. Are we done?" You ask, getting exasperated by the phone call and the rude people.

"Not even close." And then you hear the beep of an 'end of call', making you bring the phone away. But before you can do anything more, a hand grabs your arm yanking you through the crowd. You gasp as bodies collide with your fast moving one.

You can't see a thing before you're pushed up against a cold wall, finally away from the crowd, but now in a dark alleyway. You finally see the white mask of Ghostface as he cages you against the wall.

Your chest is heaving as your breathing stutters out, everything having happened extremely fast. Ghostface tilts his head as you hear a dark chuckle breaking through the modulator. "You are stupidly confident."

Words get caught in your throat as you try to swallow something down. "Aw, cat caught your tongue?" He coos, his gloved hand dragging across your neck, making your entire body stiffen. Everyone knew that if you got a call from Ghostface you were marked to die. And here he was, probably preparing to gut you.

You quickly shut your eyes, seeming the only thing you can control at the moment, because you weren't dumb enough to think you could bypass him and run. There's a moment where you just hear Ghostface's heavy breathing, as the distant sound of the halloween market goes on behind you both.

Then you feel the rough material of his glove slowly dragging across your bottom lip. You swiftly open your eyes shocked. You can feel your pulse beating everywhere—everywhere. You can't tell what Ghostface is thinking or where he's looking because of his stupid mask. You tried to see through the thin material made for the eyes but it's too dark to pinpoint anyone's eyes.

"So stupid." He quietly says, almost to himself as his finger drags across the in between of your lips, getting your spit on his finger. You don't know what to do. You don't know what's going on. Why isn't the knife inside you?

Then his hand leads down to grip your neck, beginning to tighten, as your hands quickly fly up to grab his wrist. His other hand is placed by your hip, keeping you trapped. "You're always so arrogant." He says, tightening a fraction. Your throat feels small as your breaths grow shorter.

You dig your nails into his arm and wrist trying to pull him off you. But he doesn't budge, his other hand now grabbing at your waist. "But also so dirty." He husks out, as he pulls your hips to press against his, making a choked gasp escape you. He finally loosens his hold on your throat, just enough so that air can get in much easier.

"What would your friends think, knowing you have a thing for a killer in a mask? The killer in a mask." He sneers, his hand at your waist travelling dangerously low, now reaching your inner thigh.

"What—" But you cut yourself off as Ghostface pulls your legs apart, lifting one to rest on his hip. Your eyes widen upon feeling how hard he is against your shameful, throbbing pussy. His hand drops down to feel your wetness through your panties, your skirt having bunched up by your hips at the compromising postion.

Your mouth is open in shock. Ethan behind the mask stares at you, as he feels just how turned on you really are. His chest is heaving, as his bulge begs for attention. Why was he grabbing you like this? He hated you. He had wanted to scare, if he ended up particually mad possibly kill you, hurt you maybe. But certainly not touch you.

But as he had begun to realise your very secret crush on Ghostface he used it to his advantage. But in the process of thinking what a slut you are, he began to think on how you could be a slut for him. Begging for him to touch you as pathetic whimpers and moans escaped you. How pathetic you'd look all for him.

His grip around your neck tightened before loosening, moving up to your open mouth as he stuck two fingers in, wanting to feel your mouth wrapping around them, wanting to see your spit on his glove. "Suck them."

Your eyes stayed wide, as you stared at the now very intimidating Ghostface. You slowly closed your mouth around his fingers as your tongue began to circle the tangy tasting farbic. "That's it..." He breathes as he began to thrust them in and out of your mouth, your spit now coating your lips as you sucked. "Look at you, such a slut for a mystery guy with a knife."

Behind the mask, his eyes had hooded, his cock now aching at the visual. You were powerless against him, and that rush made him, bypass your panties, reaching to drag his gloved finger right up your slit, spreading your wetness around. Your hips jolted into him as he rubs over your clit, a sound that seemed close to a whine coming out muffled through his working fingers.

As Ethan watched you suck his fingers, while he rubbed your aching pussy he felt this need to kiss you, lick up all the saliva that had drippled onto your bottom lip. But he couldn't take his mask of yet. He wanted you to know who was giving you so much pleasure when you were at your peak, begging for him. Ethan felt undeniably smug at the thought of you cumming onto his fingers. The boy you hated.

He then—as compensation for his waiting—thrusted a finger inside you without warning. "God—that was so easy. You're just that wet for me, that your little hole was so eager to let me in." His breath through the mask is by your ear as you shuddered. He pulled his now dripping fingers out of your mouth, spreading your spit across your bottom lip as your dazed gaze makes him move his hand to your neck, loving how small it felt in his grasp.

He grinned behind the mask as he added a second finger, pumping in and out of you. Your hands were gripping at his cloak, your mind a haze of pleasure, as you had begun to grind into his hand. "Fuck, your such a little slut, letting me finger you in an alleyway. Someone could find you, you know?"

A whimper escaped you as he curled his fingers inside you. "Such a naughty girl being so dirty for Ghostface."

"Shit—" You breathed harshly, as his thrusts quickened.

You could feel your stomach contgracting with your impending orgasm, and Ethan could tell by how hard you clenched around his fingers. He stopped inside you, making a pathetic whine leave your lips, your orgasm so so close.

"P-please." You say, breathless, as you try to thrust your hips into his fingers wanting friction. But Ethan just pushed you harder against the wall, keeping you still. He then brought his hand to his mask, finally thrusting his fingers into you again as you moan.

He pulled off his mask, not being able to wait before kissing you. You gasp through the kiss not having expected him to take of his mask, or feel his lips at all. Your eyes had immediantly shut as he sucked on your bottom lip, his tongue esploring your mouth eagerly.

And as he finally drew back, breath heavy, you met his gaze. You gasped with a mix of suprise, and pleasure. His fingers having quickened inside you. "What—" You choke, as Ethan grins, his curls a mess, as he stays pressed to your shaking body. "E-ethan?'

"Hi, y/n." He grins as your mouth opens in pleasure as you stutter out incoherently. "Shh," Ethan chuckles, curling his fingers inside you. "I didn't know you were such a slut." He says, as the sound of your arousel fills the otherwise distant noises.

"Actually that's a lie," He begins. "I knew how much of a slut you really were, having a thing for Ghostface..." He thrusts harder into you, your stomach tightening.

"Oh god— Ethan—" Pleasure crashes over you as your head hits back against the hard wall, your body shaking as your orgasm courses through you.

"Mm." Ethan hums as he slows inside you, continuing to watch as your face contorts in pleasure, all because of him. "I thought you hated me."

"I did. I do." You quickly say, as your body feels extremely heavy, your mind trying to wrap around the truth that was revealed.

Ethan shakes his head, leaning towards your ear, licking your earlobe. "Then why moan my name?"

"I—" You didn't know what to say. Because you had. And you had felt very far from hatred when you saw his familiar brown curls come into view.

Ethan felt powerful with how stuck you were. Physically and mentally. His breath tickled your now wet ear, his kitten licks having continued. "Do you wanna show me just how much of a crush you have on Ghostface, or do you wanna try and prove how much you hate me?"

You met his gaze and knew you were fucked. Physically and mentally.

A better way to put it would be entirely.

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[junkdyke]

That Time I Hooked Up With A Tumblr Mutual

Ok. Let me start by saying this is not a callout post, and this should be read as a humorous story, with some takeaway lessons at the end. Please enjoy my story of my weird ass encounter with a Tumblr mutual.

Part 1: The Backstory

Alight so boom. I had just returned home from a trip where I met a different Tumblr mutual. That trip was great but didn't end up going to plan, so long story short, ya girl was horny. I had never really had a one-night-stand or sought out a solely sexual hookup, so I started thinking maybe I could try it out, see how I like it. And through the sheer power of manifestation, that opportunity presented itself.

I was scrolling Tumblr and one of my mutuals posted asking if anyone was in (my area) and wanted to hang out. Mind you, I have never spoken to this mutual before. No DMs, maybe like 1 or 2 comments through tags and that's it. But, most of my moots are far as fuck, so when I saw she was near me I was like oh ayo, I'm free! Why not, I had nothing else going on! So I reply, and she DMs me.

So she introduces herself, we'll call her Chicle for reasons I'll get to later in the story lmao. Anyway, she gushes a little bit, saying she's been too shy to DM me and that I'm a really cool tattoo artist mutual, I say she's cute and seems cool, and she asks if I've ever been to this particular mall. I say I have and if she wants to cruise the mall with me. She says yeah I'd love to cruise the mall and "if I like her vibe, then maybe we can do something more fun." I say I'm down, she gives me her number.

So here is what I'm envisioning. We'll meet up at the mall, walk around and talk, get to know each other, have some laughs, get a snack, it was a Friday so maybe we could go out to like a bar or go dancing, and then maybe after that, possibly make-out or even have sex! I am not opposed to having sex after a first date if I'm really vibing with the person and if we've been talking for a bit before. Girls, this is not what happened.

Part 2: The Meeting

I get ready, and I drive to the mall. I park, we text on where to meetup and I head over to the Gamestop. I see her at the counter, go up and I'm like "are you buying Pokemon cards?" She starts laughing, she says "I didn't want you to see this!" I'm laughing, I told her it's cute, she finishes paying and we walk around. Cute start and thennnn it all starts to go downhill from here.

As we are walking out of the Gamestop, a minute and thirty seconds into meeting this stranger, she wraps her arm, not around my waist...but around my ass. And pulls me close. I'm instantly uncomfortable by how close this gesture is. She starts cooing in my ear about how she's "so glad I'm not a catfish" and "if I like her vibe because she really likes mine". We met not even 5 minutes ago, I have not had time to evaluate any vibes! But anyway! She asks if she wants smoke 🍃 so I agree, and we go outside, right across from where we just were.

I get to take like 1 hit from this pen, she then steps close to me and says "I'm so glad you're real" kisses me and squeezes my ass. I again feel the need to emphasize that at this point, it has still been less than 5 minutes since we've met, and we have exchanged about 10 messages only a couple hours prior. This is a stranger to me. ANYWAY.

We go back inside, she asks if I wanna walk around, I agree. We chat for a short bit of time, before we go to the food court. I wasn't hungry, so she got some food and we sat and talked. I had made some mention about my past and she wanted to know more so I'm like "okay, I'll give you my lore while you eat" so I basically tell Chicle my life story. Afterwards, we go to walk around more and I start trying to ask her questions so I can get to know her more. It becomes very apparent that she is not interested in getting to know each other lmao. I ask what she does for work, and what she's interested in, and she tells me she's interested in getting into (something animation related) and i'm like "oh ayo, that aligns with what I do" and start trying to get more info cause i'm curious, annd I get just the shortest fucking answers. Ok.

She ends up making a comment about how I'm probably more experienced than her, and I'm like "oh really? Well how many people have you been with?" and Chicle asks "are we counting online?" Now, there is nothing necessarily wrong with this...but it does become more clear on just how "online" this person is. Anyway, she has only been with a few people, never had a partner. It becomes very clear as to why she may have never had a partner.

Part 3: Inappropriate Behavior

We are walking around the mall, stopping in a few stores to look at stuff. Chicle is walking next to me and I am still trying to invoke conversation. But Chicle is not interested in conversation, because instead, she is deliberately and blatantly staring directly at my tits. What I mean is, mid-walking, she is at my side, craning her head to the side to make it incredibly clear that that is what she is doing. I straight up ask "are you...staring at my tits?" she confirms as such, and says something about her being a dog. The dog thing will come up again.

Chicle is at different points, holding me, kissing me, and saying various suggestive things. She grabs me and whispers in my ear "do you want to go back to my room" and I nervous laugh and say "uhhh, we'll see!" At another point, she says "you're so small, you want me to manhandle you and throw you around?" and I again nervous laugh. We're like in Hot Topic, and she start trying to makeout with me and grabbing my ass and says "you're making me so hard"(we'll put a pin in that) and I push her away and say "not in public". I can do a little PDA but this is a lot, and at this point I have known her for about 40 minutes, maybe an hour.

Continuing on, as we're walking through this crowded mall, she drapes her arm over my shoulder and starts grabbing my boob and trying to pinch my nipples, which I immediately pull away from and again say "not in public". Chicle again says "do you wanna get out of here and go back to my room" and I'm questioning what exactly she means, because the phrasing is a little weird. "what do you mean 'your room'?" and she says "I have a hotel room" so I'm a little confused cause I thought she lived in the area. She does.

"i got us a room"

Ya'll, this bitch preemptively booked a MOTEL ROOM without even asking me.

At this point, she has asked multiple times and each time I nervous laughed and said "haha maybe, we'll see, ehhh we'll see" To any normal person, my body language was extremely clear that I was uncomfortable. And again this is not a callout post, she is not a bad person, and everything that ultimately happened, I did consent to. But I will not sugarcoat the fact that this behavior was definitely inappropriate harassment, and there was absolutely some pressuring with the continuous asking. But as I mulled it over, there were 2 reasons I ultimately decided to agree and meet her at that motel.

I was craving intimacy

I had never done something like this before so..fuck it, let's do it for the plot.

And so, she gave me the address, we got in our respective cars, and we met at the motel.

Part 4: The Motel

We go to the room, put our stuff down, and I go to use the restroom. I'm thinking "oh shit, this is weird but alright, let's see what happens"

I come out of the restroom, wash my hands, and she comes over and we start kissing. Already it's fucking weird because the way she is kissing me is so goddamn fast, it's like someone inhaling a meal because they think it's gonna run away from them. Now idk about ya'll, but I like a slow, deep kiss. So already it's a mismatch, but whatever. She lifts me onto the sink, despite the weird kissing, it's hot. She has some really minty gum in her mouth, hence the name Chicle. Put a pin in that.

After a bit, we go to the bed, and I keep saying "how did you get me here" because honestly, I'm not fully comfortable, it's just a weird situation for me and I'm surprised I agree to it. But agree to it I did, so we get on the bed, and keep going. Now, even though she does not have much experience, she's not bad! But...I can tell there's certain things she's doing that I've seen. Or rather, read. Whew lad.

As we're getting into it, my clothes are coming off, she's saying "You're my favorite Tumblr mutual. I can't believe this is what my favorite Tumblr mutual is into." I don't even really know what to say to this because quite frankly, mentioning social media in bed in any capacity is kinda fucking cringe. But it just gets worse.

So, she's spitting on my pussy. And I, personally, have a strong aversion to spit. It's something that I tell anyone that is a potential sexual partner, but it this case, we obviously did not have a prior talk about our sexual boundaries. In this case, I'm like "okay whatever as long as it's just there" but I quickly say "hey uh, just please don't do that in my mouth or i'll throw up" lmao. She's like "Oh okay sorry sorry". But then at some point, without warning she smacks the FUCK out of my pussy, and I'm so taken aback I immediately say "UH DON'T DO THAT" and she again apologizes and says

"Oh sorry, you know I had to try that one. Like that Tumblr post, you know the one."

Ya'll, everything this bitch is doing, she is referencing posts from Tumblr. She is referencing the sexy fantasy butch/femme text posts from Tumblr and she is referencing them out loud. In the middle of real life sex.

She goes on to reference more posts, and the worst part is I know exactly the one's she's talking about. "Mutuals to lezz out with" etc etc, it's so fucking cringe, and she tells me about how she started wearing more of a certain article of clothing after I reblogged a picture of her in it and how embarrassed she is to admit that (I thought that was kinda cute actually) anyway

She's still going way too fast with like all her movements, I tell her to slow down and relax and I think at this point I mention how she did not have to do all that PDA shit from before. She says "well you know, on my Tumblr I do say I'm a dog" and then uh, she starts barking. 💀 literally starts going "woof, woof" and I tell her to s t o p. Jesus fucking christ.

Anyway, after mentioning Tumblr and calling me her favorite Tumblr mutual way too many fucking times, I'm on top of her. Mind you, this whole time, I'm kinda in and out dissociating, just due to how not fully comfortable I am with this. But ya know, I'm still going for it. Her shirts off, she has really cute boobs, and then I notice a really fucking huge bulge in her pants. And I fully dissociate. Not gonna lie, I started feeling really panicky, because straight up, I was not prepared for this. Physically, I'm still touching her, but my mind is fully disconnected, and I'm thinking "oh fuck. When she said 'you're making me so hard' was she being literal? I don't know if I'm comfortable with this. Should I tell her I want to stop? But I don't wanna hurt her feelings. Should I just take it? Well no, I don't really want to...maybe I'll just say 'hey is it cool if I don't touch it?' I mean, she's cute so ehhhhh let's just see what happens!" SO. We continue on.

We flip and she's now on top of me. She references another fucking Tumblr post, and says "do you wanna suck on this lesbian cock?", unzips her pants and pulls out...this MASSIVE transparent strap on. And I'm like oh, it was fake LMAO. Then I say "...yeah, so that's not going in me"

She ends up taking it off, I don't even know how the fuck she hid it in her jeans that entire time, and we continue on. Around this point, I'm starting to feel pretty spent, she did some other things like opening up my pussy to stare at it and describe the color, whatever, I'm kinda done and I just wanna cuddle. So we cuddle for a bit and again, it's physically nice but it's just so weird because she is SUCH a stranger to me that I can't get fully comfortable. She starts trying to start up again and I'm just not really in the mood anymore. She keeps playing with my nipples and typically whenever I'm touched in a way I'm not digging, I'll just take their hand and move it away as a silent but pretty clear way to indicate "no". But uh, I had to do that like 4 times with her before I verbally say "hey, please stop" and her response is "why" 💀 like wdym "why" bitch, cause i said so. I'm kinda surprised by this response so I start to say "Uhhhh, it's...kinda specific" and she goes "oh okay, sorry sorry".

So, honestly, I kinda just wanna go home but I don't wanna be mean and just take off. But there's also no way in hell I'm sleeping over in this motel room. So, I suggest we go out and maybe go to a club or something and she's like "uh, no. I don't like going out" 💀 like damn, maybe you should spend less time on FUCKING TUMBLR AND TRY GOING OUT IRL but whatever, instead we just go get food and bring it back to the room.

Part 5: What Could Have Been

We got some burgers, and she wants to open the Pokemon cards. We do, that's fun and cute, and she asks if I wanna keep some of the stickers that came in one of the packs.

Then she tells me that she had went to the library and checked out a book on tattoos since "she knows I'm a tattoo artist, and thought we could flip through it together." And I genuinely think this is such a cute fucking gesture, I think it's really sweet, and it frustrates the fuck out of me because of what this could have been.

I told her that she did not have to do all the PDA, it was a lot and it was excessive. She is not apologetic about it, and says that the reason she was like that was because "she needed me to know what her intentions were and that this was not just a 'friendly' meeting." so I reiterate that she did not have to do ALL OF THAT just for me to know that. And she just insists that in the past, girls have treated her like just a "bestie" so she needed to get her point across. Now call me old fashioned, but you could have just verbally fucking communicated "hey, i'm really attracted to you" and I would have caught the fucking drift. But okay!!

She asks me if I have any knives because I guess femmes tend to have a knife collection. I say no. And she fucking pulls out this huge ass lethal switchblade thing and is like "this is mine!" and i'm like oh god, this is it, I'm gonna fucking die in this motel room. But she doesn't kill me, she just shows me the cool knife and then puts it away. I have known this person for like 4 hours.

So, we flip through the book, and it's funny and cute, but she keeps trying to kiss me and instigate, and i'm just not interested, I just wanna flip through the book and go the fuck home. And that's pretty much what happens, we finish, I'm like "aight, ima head out" but

before i do

we end up making out again and then I think she was helping me put my shoes on?? she's on her knees in front of me and...she asks me to spit in her mouth. Once again, I have a major aversion to spit and i really, truly, do not want to spit in her mouth. But she says please...so I do like a half assed spit and hope it's good enough. She asks me to try again....so I get an accumulation and spit in her mouth, and she swallows it and i am so so sad about it 😭 and I finish getting my shit and I go the FUCK HOME.

Now here is what frustrates me about all this. Physically? This girl is extremely my type. I like the way she dresses, she has really nice arms, she has a cute face, she's really fucking attractive. She's interested in getting into the animation industry, which I'm currently also working on getting into as well. We could have talked about that and really had a cool discussion on what kind of projects she wants to do and what style she works in. She likes video games, we could have talked more about what games we like. She got this tattoo book because she knows I'm a tattoo artist, and I think that's really fucking cute. There's so many non-sexual aspects that could have made this a real fucking date where I got to know this person, and feel comfortable, and then we could have had really great sex because straight up, the girl was good. She may have learned it from Tumblr, and some of it was weird, but for the most part? She was damn good, especially for only having limited experience. This could have turned into something real! But NO. Chicle, instead, wanted to grope my tits in front of families an hour into meeting me, and made no effort to really let me get to know her in any capacity whatsoever! And it's not like she wanted this to be just a one-night-stand, because she had told me she was looking for a gf and asked me what I was looking for!

It just could have been so much better than this weird ass situation. And after the fact, she texted me and I answered a couple times, but when the following morning she said something to the effect of "it felt so good having you on my lap" I just never answered. Because prior to this, there was absolutely no established relationship, friendship or otherwise. And I could not see anything moving forward, because we couldn't backtrack into the aforementioned "could have been". I considered communicating how I didn't actually feel super comfortable with how things went, but I ultimately just decided to not reply. Shitty on my part, but again, there was no prior anything. And we just never spoke again, we remained mutuals, and so I never talked about this because uh, obviously she would see it. But since she blocked me, heyho now you all get the story!

Part 6: Epilogue

Now, the reason I decided to call her Chicle (Spanish for Gum)

So, while the nice minty gum was a nice gesture, her spitting that gum juice all over my vagina resulted in me getting a yeast infection💀 No more hookups.

So what lessons did we learn!

It's important to talk about sexual boundaries before having sex with someone!

Internet fantasy is not real life! Don't just do shit because you read about it in a fucking internet post or saw it in porn! (Especially when that person doesn't even make those kinds of posts, i don't reblog most of those for a reason)

Don't chew gum before going down on someone

Communication overall is really important for setting up any foundation, even if it is just a one-night hookup!

(yes this is ok the RB cause I spent forever writing this and I do genuinely think it's a very funny story. Sometimes ya just gotta do things for the plot so you get a good story out of it. No regrets, and my pussy is all healed up lmao)

#decided to make this it's own post oops #wlw #lesbian dating #lesbian #storytime #dykeposting #mine #ok to rb

[romanoffs-widow]

Sorry for everything

Sum: Nat takes out her anger on you after a stressful couple of weeks.

Warnings ⚠️ : Shouting, arguing, and split up?

A/N: Thank you very much to @bobisek96 for requesting this fic, I hope it's okay 😭 and tysm to everyone for all the love on my (not actually first) first fic! I appreciate you all sm ❤️

(I promise there is eventual fluff 😅)

Happy reading! 😊

NATASHA POV:

Everyone thinks being an Avenger is so easy. All you gotta do is a couple of fights and interviews, and that's it, right? Wrong. These last couple of weeks have had me exhausted and honestly drained.

Steve and Tony keep arguing about useless crap, Lena accidentally stained the couch with red wine and didn't even tell me, so I sat in it and stained my favourite sweatpants and I've had to do 6 different interviews because Tony had a cold and couldn't do them, and on top of all that, Morgan has clung to me like a magnet since her dad has been sick. I love kids, and I really do, but not when I'm exhausted and keep having nightmares, leaving me sleepless almost every other night.

"Hey Natty," she says with that smile I love so much. I don't know what it is, but even y/n/n can't cheer me up today. Too tired to respond, I just give her a nod. Hopefully, she can see I don't want to talk right now.

I went to change into comfier clothes. I feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist. I shrug her off, getting annoyed. "Are you okay, baby?" I roll my eyes as I put my top over my head. "I'm fine." Maybe now she'll get it? "You know if you don't want to talk to me, just say." She says it with a tone that tips me ove rather edge.

"You know what? Maybe I don't want to talk to you. Maybe all I want to do is lay down in our bed and try my very best to relax! I have had such a hard couple weeks, and all you do is bug me because you're a pathetic childish wench that wants my attention all the time! If you knew what I go through every single day as an Avenger, maybe you'd at least try to understand how hard my job is! So please just shut your whiny mouth up and get out. I don't want to see your face EVER AGAIN!"

Y/N POV:

My vision is beyond blurry as I feel the endless stream of tears rolling down my cheeks. My hands are shaking, and anxiety is sitting heavy on top of my chest. "Alright. O-okay." I get up, and without saying anymore, I grab my backpack and start shoving a bunch of clothing into it. I go into the bathroom and grab my toothbrush, as well as the other necessities that belonged to me.

With my bag and arms full with items, I give the redhead one last look. Her face is still red from all the shouting she did as she stared at the floor, in the same spot she'd been in for a couple of minutes. I give her a small nod, sniffling as I close the door. I am fully aware the whole compound heard all of that, and honestly, they should. I don't deserve to be treated like that.

I'm going to miss this place. The past 9 years of my life have been spent living here, getting to know all of the amazing people within. I had so many memories here, one of the first being when Morgan was born. She had a head full of hair and a smile that looked just like her fathers'.

As I walked out of the tower, I went to the first person I could think of. Wanda Maximoff, my best friend of 5 years. She does live in the compound, but she also owns an apartment on the other side of the city for emergencies. She gave me a spare key when she got it. Thankfully, I'd never used it before, so I'd never seen the interior of the four walls.

Memories, good and bad swirls around in my head, as I twist the bronze key into the lock. It took me an hour to get here, with the bus and all. I get settled in, as I know I'll be staying here for a while. I started getting myself a snack when I heard the door swing open. I look at it to see the red magic I'd come to know very well.

"Y/n/n honey? Are you in here?" As soon as I hear her voice, I run over to her, the flow of tears starting up again. "Oh my god, are you okay? She didn't hurt you, did she?" I shake my head, unable to speak. "Oh, my poor baby. I'm so sorry I didn't find you sooner. Everyone is out looking for you. I'd better call Pietro and tell him to tell everyone you're safe."

I just hug her tighter. "E-e-even...?" She looks at me with guilt in her eyes. "We all heard what she said to you, and F.R.I.D.A.Y said that you'd left, so we all went looking for you. None of us have heard from her since." By now, I've soaked her hoodie with my never-ending tears.

"Shhhh, it's okay, you're okay." Wanda whispers as she rubs my back to calm me down.

1 MONTH LATER...

I hear a knock at the door. Wanda only left, and she had her own key, so it definitely wasn't her, and i haven't ordered any packages. Deciding i dont care, I go to open it. I see nothing but a white teddy bear holding an envelope sitting on the welcome mat. There is no sign of anyone being here, as the halls are silent. I pick up the toy and bring it inside, closing the door. I go and put it on the counter, taking the red letter from its paws. It had my first initial on the front.

Our place, 2 pm?

- N xx

I roll my eyes. Even if I was very upset with her, she always knew how to make me smile. I check the clock, seeing it's already 1pm, so I decide to start getting ready.

I step into the shop and immediately see Natasha. As I get closer, I can see that she has bags under her eyes, and I see that her knuckles are all red and sore. She's probably been training to get her mind off us. "Hey," She goes to hug me, and I let her. "Hi." She ordered both our favourite drinks.

"How have you been?" I scoff. "What kind of a question is that? My girlfriend of 9 years kicked me out because she was having a rough couple of weeks and hasn't even bothered talking to me for a whole month, and you think I'm okay?" She looks down with guilt filled eyes. "...no. Sorry."

I sip from my cup. "Are you gonna give me some pathetic excuse as for why you made me leave like that, or what?" She nods her head, and takes a Depp breath.

"What I said was really messed up. I shouldn't have called you any of those rude names or said any of that to you. I was having a hard couple of weeks, and I just wanted some quiet. Which I got. But by all means, that's no excuse to take my anger out on you. I don't know if you even want to talk to me anymore after what I did, and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness or anything remotely close but I really am sorry y/n/n. These past 9 years have meant so much to me, and I don't want them to go down the drain because of my stupid actions."

She pauses for a while. Waiting for me to give her some sort of response. "Thank you. I'm sorry for bothering you so much, but it would be very helpful if you communicated how you feel to me, so I know when you need space. I haven't forgiven you. That's going to take a long time, but if you're willing to work on this, so am I. Okay?" She puts her hand on top of mine. "Okay."

6 MONTHS LATER...

Everything had been going actually quite well with y/n, and I. I've been working on my communication, and she's been helping me to recognise when I feel like I need space. She's moved back into the compound, and as of recently, she's started staying in our room again.

"Hey baby." I forgot how much I love her voice. "Hi malysh. Cuddles?" She nods her head and wraps herself around me on the couch. We quickly get sucked into our newfound favourite show, Greys Anatomy. "Meredith really is gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as you!" I say as I give her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm nothing compared to McDreamy." I laugh, knowing she loves Derek too much.

"Sorry...for everything." She turns to look at me with her eyebrows furrowed, abandoning our show. "I know. It's okay." She adjusts herself so she can kiss my lips. "I love you." She snuggled back onto me, sucking back into the show.

#older!nat #natasha romanoff x reader fluff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #mcu #avengers #black widow x reader #black widow #natasha x y/n #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff angst #angst with a happy ending #angst #fluff #y/n y/l/n #natasha romanoff #natsha romanoff #romanoffs widow #greys anatomy #meredith grey #derek shepherd #best show to exist in the whole universe

[natti-ice]

The Blind Date- Sirius Black.

Pairing: Sirius Black x fem!reader

Summary: Hogwarts annual valentines party has a twist. A test that pairs you with the best match

Warnings: written in third person (she/her pronouns) (1.6k words)

Author’s note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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Valentine's day.

The one day of the year card and candy companies thrive. Couples around every corner, corny love songs on the radio. The perfect day to make all single people feel bad.

This year at Hogwarts they have decided to do a cupid event. Sixth and seventh years who are interested, take a test to see which student they are most compatible with. Each pair can attend the valentine's party together the following week. Most students were excited to be paired with someone, and then there was Y/N,

"Come on Y/N it'll be fun." Lily Evans said dragging her friend into the great hall

"No no, it won't" Y/N protested

"And why is that?" the redhead questioned

"Going on a blind date isn't really my style"

"Lighten up Y/N, who knows maybe you'll meet the one" James Potter chimed in as he sat down wrapping his arm around his Girlfriend Lily

"Right, maybe you won't be so lonely. Honestly, it's getting depressing." Sirius Black said strolling alongside his best friend James.

"Shut up Black, Why are you two here anyway?" Y/N asked the boys

"I came to see my Lily flower" James gushed causing Sirius and Y/N to make faces. Earlier this year James and Lily became an official couple, Ever since they've been inseparable.

"Ew. I'm here because I don't have a date this year, couldn't pick one" Sirius said shrugging

"How humble of you" Y/N said sarcasm in her voice

"Attention please students," Dumbledore announced to the great hall. Heads turned to face him faces full of wonder. "As most of you are aware, we will be hosting a Valentine's party this 14th. For all the sixth and seventh years who are interested in being paired with a date, please see Professor Flitwick for a compatibility test"

"I think it's a great opportunity to put yourself out there Y/N" Lily said wanting to get her friend out of her comfort zone.

"Fine okay I'll do it" Y/N agreed in hopes to get Lily off her back about it. She hesitantly stood up, walking over to the growing line.

She hoped that she didn't get some creep who only tries to get in her pants. Please not Gilderoy Lockhart she thought. Patiently waiting to get the test, glancing around to see all who were in line. Turning around she comes face to face with Sirius Black.

"So who do you want to get?" Sirius asks her

"anyone, I don't care" she lied

"What if you get me?" he smirked

"okay anyone BUT you" she grinned at him

"Ouch, I'll have you know I am the best date anyone could have." he said pretending to be offended

"Oh yeah I bet" she said rolling her eyes. It was her turning in line, thanking the professor as he handed her the paper. Taking it back to her table to fill out the form, pulling out a quill. Filling in the basic information, name, grade, house.

Okay, first question "what's your favorite color?" she read in her head. Easy, Y/F/C. This won't take long, she thought.

She was right, it took her about 5 minutes to fill it out. Walking back up to the table to turn in her paper.

- February 13th

The day before Valentine's Day, the results of the test come out.

Nervously a group of kids walks up to the bulletin board to see who they've been paired with. Most were happy about their partner, others were nervous, some were just confused.

Y/N saw the crowd and knew the list must've been posted. She worked her way through the swarm of people to find her name, scanning it carefully.

Y/N L/N ..... Sirius Black

You have got to be kidding me, she mentally groaned. Of all people, it had to be him. Maybe she could get it changed before he found out. Moving through the sea of people once again.

"Well, it looks like we matched after all" Sirius said leaning up against the wall with his signature smirk.

"You seem awfully happy about this" Y/N said with a questioning eye.

"I just think it's kind of funny" he replied with his hands up in defense. "You seemed so confident we wouldn't be paired" Sirius said wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"Did you copy my answers or something?" She lightly knocked off his arm.

"Of course not, I never cheat on test" he said defensively

"Really?" She furrowed her eyebrows

"Okay okay maybe once or twice but not on this, I swear" He crossed his heart "don't act like this is the worst thing that ever happened to you"

"It kind of is" she said playfully

"Oh please, do you know how many girls would kill to be you" he matched her tone

"They can have you"

"But in all seriousness, do you want to go to the party with me?" Sirius asked slightly hoping she'd yes

"Well" she sighed "I did promise Lily I would go with a date so, I'll go with you." She agreed

"Fantastic! I promise I'll make it worth your while" he grinned from ear to ear sending her a wink.

"I'll see you tomorrow then" Y/N says walking off

"It's a date!" Sirius yells into the hallway knowing he'd embarrass her

- "Are you excited about tonight Y/N?" Lily asked Y/N walking out of their last class of the day

"Terribly" she replied with a straight face.

"I'm sure you'll have a great time, but you know what this means right?" The redhead said with a mischievous smile

"What?"

"Make over time!" She was ecstatic

"Yay" she faked excitement. But honestly, a makeover didn't seem THAT bad

- As the night approached, the tension in the air rose. Everyone was nervous about this big group date the school has decided to have. What if it's totally lame and they're stuck with awkward conversation for hours?

"Okay, I'm ready to see myself now" Y/N said impatiently, antsy from sitting in a chair for so long

"Alright alright, open your eyes" Lily told her friend

Opening her eyes allowing them to adjust, glancing at herself in the mirror. Lily had only done light makeup that enhanced her already beautiful face. "Wow. I look quite pretty." Y/N said admiring Lily's work

"You always look pretty Y/N" Lily spoke genuinely "Now, go get dressed the boys will be here any minute"

Doing as told,  putting on an outfit she thought was "fancy" enough for the occasion. It was a school function so, not fancy at all.

A rapping on the door in an unrhythmic beat told the girls one thing. James is here.

Lily opens up the door and is greeted by 2 slightly spiffed young men. "Greetings miss Evans, are you prepared for our gala this evening?" James said in a posh accent. Taking her hand and kissing the back of it gently, causing Lily to blush

"Gross" Sirius commented "Is Y/N here?"

"Yeah she's just getting dressed"

"Hi boys" Y/N said walking out of the bathroom. Lily and James head out first leaving Sirius and Y/N alone.

"I must say, you look very beautiful tonight." Sirius told the girl

"Thank you, Mr. Black" she said mocking his friend

" Are you ready madam?" He offered her his arm

"Certainly" accepting his gesture

- As one could expect, school parties are lame. Sappy songs couples awkwardly slow dance to. That one teacher who thinks they're one of the kids. And of course the infamous punch bowl.

"I knew it would be bad but not this bad" Sirius cringed

"Most of the paired couples didn't even show up." Y/N stated

"Do you want to get out of here?" Sirius suggested

"Gladly"

Walking out of the hall, they figured out why some of the couples didn't show up. They were in the halls, snogging.

"Looks like Hogwarts is a great matchmaker after all" Y/N stated not sure to believe it or not.

"Yeah I guess you could say that" The boy replied

Wondering the halls, discussing the uncomfortable things that were seen at that said "party". Eventually, the two make their way into the Gryffindor common room. A few younger students were scattered around probably catching up on homework, sitting on the couch not knowing what to do. Sirius came up with an idea.

"How about a game of wizards chess?" He asked

"Sure, let's play" she agreed

"Good, if I win... I get to kiss you" Sirius said calmly

"You're crazy" Y/N said dismissing the entire idea

"C'mon, afraid you'll lose?" He challenged

"Alright Black you're on. If I win you have to run around the halls in a ballerina outfit, deal?"

"Deal."

- A tough neck and neck game of chess with great concentration and skill led to one's defeat. As Y/N's pawn captures Sirius' king, victory overcame her.

"Checkmate Black, time to get your tutu"

Accepting his defeat and holding his deal of the bargain, he ran around the school acting like a ballerina. He actually kind of liked it, but you didn't hear that from me.

Y/N's stomach hurt from laughing so much. She was glad he didn't get upset with the deal, he was so lighthearted and good-natured. It was hard not to like him.

After Sirius retired his ballet flats, it was already late. This "date" had come to an end, Y/N felt a little sad but didn't know why.

"I should probably go to bed, but I had fun tonight, really" Y/N smiled

"I'm glad you did, I thoroughly enjoyed your company" he brought back the fake posh accent. "Goodnight m'lady" he bowed

"Goodnight good sir" she curtsied.

"I still can't believe you beat me at chess, who knew you were so good" Sirius laughed

"We all have our secrets" she shrugged. Standing on her tippy toes giving him a small peck on the cheek. "Goodnight Sirius"

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#sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius black fluff #marauders x reader #marauders fluff

[angelsanarchy]

Fever Dreams: Mike x Y/N One Shot Series PRT 07

Tagging: @icarus-star @chainsawgvtsfvck @romanroyapoligist @liquidsmoothdomme @madamemaximoff06 @drazenka @blacksoul-27 @444rockstargf @kappasbbgirl @luzclarita57 @tempt-ress @vixenhatesyou

Sicky and Mike walked into a bar and the first thing he noticed was Y/n behind the bar. It was pretty packed up for a Wednesday night but Y/n was in her element. She had a very personable attitude when it came to random people. She treated everyone like she has known them forever. Even when people would get annoying, she kept her wits about her when kicking them out of the bar or cutting them off.

"Don't think you're getting anything for free." Sicky commented sitting on a barstool. Mike sat next to him as she approached.

"Decided to ugly up the place tonight?" She popped a cap off a beer and put it in front of Sicky.

"I figured I would show Mighty Mouse around your real 9 to 5." Sicky smirked as she stopped in front of Mike.

"How sweet. How's my favorite cowboy tonight?" She smiled leaning against the bar.

"Better now. This place is nice." He looked around and she nodded.

"Thanks, it's my baby. What can I get you to drink? First one is on the house, everything after is double." She winked.

"Just a beer is fine. I'm not particular." Mike trusted her taste. She grabbed him a beer that was noticeably not the same as what Sicky ordered and opened it for him.

"The only rules of my bar is to keep it clean. No drugs in here, no fighting and if you play pool, play straight or not at all." Y/n explained. Sicky grunted as he sipped his beer.

"She's a real stickler about the no fighting rule." Sicky elbowed Mike and he almost spit his beer out.

"You boys play nice. I've got a job to do." Y/n walked back to the end of the bar and greeted new customers. Mike sat back on his barstool and looked around the bar.

"You see those guys over there, with the face tattoos and gold chain? That's some of Keller's guys. They control the pill train on the lower East side. You don't talk business with them ever or Leff will take your eye out." Sicky explained.

"Pills...like what my mom was into or-" Sicky cut him off.

"No more so party pills, uppers, E, Molly. Young kiddy shit." Sicky clarified.

"The Spaniards by the door are Alverez Kings. Most of our parts and smuggled goods run through them. They're not bad to have a beer with but don't drink hard liquor with them. They get up in arms when you call them Mexican." Sicky chuckled sending a head nod towards them. They responded calling him a gringo and nodding back.

"They pussy that runs and out of here is night club pussy so be careful who you go home with or you'll wake up without a wallet and pricey belongings." Sicky blew a kiss at a leggy blonde near the jukebox.

"I'm sure they all aren't so bad." Mike smiled at one who was eyeing him.

"Yeah okay, you keep thinking that lad. I'm going to find me some tail. Stay out of trouble." Sicky slapped Mike on the back before joining the blonde who had been flirting with him. Mike finished off his beer and before he could even lift his head, Y/n had appeared in front of him with another and a smile.

"You aren't looking to mingle with the many gorgeous women?" Y/n took a sip of his beer before handing it to him.

"I am mingling with a gorgeous woman." Mike flirted making her laugh.

"One that might actually lay you tonight." She teased.

"Hey I ordered furniture. Who's to say it can't be your lucky night." He reached out for her hand and she laughed letting him hold her hand.

"Yeah? What did you order?" She leaned on the bartop as he opened his phone to show her the pictures of the couch and few different things he got.

"I like this one. I thought for sure you would get a leather couch." She teased.

"Gets too cold in the winter to have a leather couch. Wouldn't want you getting cold." He smirked watching her scroll through the rest of the pictures until a photo of his cock popped up.

"Oh-" He went to grab the phone and she leaned back with it.

"No no, we're here now. It's best we look at it together." She taunted holding the phone away from him.

"Did you suddenly develop shame in the last 5 seconds or can I look?" She asked knowing the game they played with one another was fun but consent was important to her.

"I mean...it's not recent so-" He blushed slightly but she smiled leaning against the bar again.

"Who are you taking dick pics for then?" She asked curiously.

"I got bored my first day in New York. It's a few months old." He watched her face as she gazed at the picture of his cock. It wasn't a bad photo but he wished it was a better one.

"It's not a bad cock. I could work with that." She bit her lip.

"Yeah?" Mike licked his lips as she leaned closer towards him.

"Better hurry up and get that couch." She handed him his phone back and he felt a shiver run up his arm when she ran her nails over his wrist.

He couldn't think of anything to say but before he could, a loud male voice boomed over the music and stalked right up to the bar, leaning across and grabbing Y/n by the chin to plant a sloppy kiss on her lips. Mike's blood started to boil and he felt a crimson flush run up his neck.

"Hey baby, what are you still doing here?" The tall guy said letting go of her chin.

"I'm working clearly. I told you I wouldn't be over until late." She reminded him, glancing over to see Mike stewing. The guy followed her gaze and chuckled.

"You letting kids drink now? You trying to catch a charge?" He asked making Mike glare.

"Malik-"

"I'm kidding. What's your name kid?" Malik hit his shoulder playfully and Mike stood up from his barstool.

"This is Mike, Leff's nephew. I told you about him." Mike looked over at Y/n intrigued that she's spoken to this goon about him.

"Oh yeah, Billy the kid. How's it going man?" He shook Mike's hand and Mike gave him a nod.

"It's going...Marcus was it?" Mike knew his name but he didn't care to repeat it.

"Malik. Do you mind if I steal her away from you? We've got plans." He said helping her climb over the bar. She landed on her feet and put her hand on his chest.

"Let me say goodbye and I'll meet you outside." Y/n said making Malik throw his hand up in a wave to Mike before walking away.

"Don't get too drunk and don't let any of those girls take your wallet." Y/n smiled at him. He didn't bother responding to her, he just turned back to the bar and watched her run out of the bar with the Goliath sized guy named Malik. She had told him she didn't have a boyfriend but apparently she had someone, a very large someone that could probably crush every bone in his body.

Tonight was a drink your sorrows kinda night and NOT think about someone else getting to fuck Y/N tonight.

#Mike #Mike x Y/N #5lbs of Pressure #One Shot Series #Fever Dreams #Fever Dreams Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult

[lucysarah-c]

What do you think about Levi not mentioning Farlan and Isabel throughout the anime? They were literally his first real friends and family. Even in their deaths he was frustrated. But strangely we don't see any flashback scenes about them or Levi talking about them. It's obviously disturbing to me.

I have an Oc an underground childhood friend that I ship with Levi in particular and I didn't write their story down, but it makes me think that if my character was in danger or if she died with Farlan and Isabel or if she ended up dying long after their deaths, Levi would never remember her or talk about her, just like Farlan and Isabel's deaths, and that bothers me.

I know it's a bit strange to get this kind of analysis-like question since you are a Levi writer's blog. But since I love your writings and I really liked and found comfort in your answer to anon's question about whether Levi likes weak people. Because I am also a person who gets caught up in rumors and doubts whether Levi will like us or not haha.

Anyway, I don't want to deviate too much from the subject and make it too weird. You can answer question if you want.

Hi, sweetie! Oh, I see. Yes, I understand where you're coming from. First of all, I'd like to thank you for saying that you love my writing, and I'm so happy you found comfort in my answer about Levi and a "weak person." It's alright that we get lost in what the fandom discusses too frequently; it has happened to me too. And do not worry, rest assured, I don't find these "analysis questions" weird at all. Though my analysis will never be as good as my close friends', like my friend Sushi who used to have a meta-analysis blog of SnK or Cosmic! They are beyond amazing.

But to answer your question, before I get lost in my thoughts, long story short, Isayama is extremely bad at writing emotional connections in my humble opinion. In my personal group chat with my SnK close friends, we discuss this in great detail at least twice per week haha. In my opinion, Isayama is a writer or a storyteller who struggles to find a balance between keeping the plot going and creating a cohesive society and interrelationships between characters. I personally think that the story was always advancing so fast, full gas, no stop, that we hardly got any real details about the characters that made them human beyond their mere roles in the story.

I always use as an example, if one chapter in the manga or anime started with different panels of the veterans getting ready and sitting down all together for a meeting, we could have seen how their personal chambers were, how their interactions were not only between them aside the presence of the cadets, but we could have also seen how they confront early mornings, if they had paintings of loved ones, flowers on their desks, etc. It would have taken ... 5-10 pages at most, and we could have learned so much. It's something I even keep in mind while planning my own stories; I have an entire notebook of "backstory" for all the characters of Holy Ground, canon or not. So when the time comes around, I can drop little details of their lives here and there because... Let's be honest, has someone ever sat down next to you and said "here, let me tell you my whole life"? No, usually, you get to know someone organically, and that's also what, in my opinion, should happen in stories.

Now, going back to why Levi doesn't talk about Farlan and Isabel. Well, my best answer to you is, sadly, another question. Tell me one scene in the whole anime or manga where Levi was having some quality time with someone he felt comfortable enough to open up and talk about fond memories, be vulnerable, or even crack a joke about some silly hormonal stuff he did as a young man with Farlan. Tell me, I will wait... Haha.

Levi doesn't talk about Farlan or Isabel because he doesn't have screen time to talk about almost anything besides the plot moving haha. I would put my hands on a burning fire and swear that Farlan and Isabel are still extremely important to Levi! And so would be your OC! Don't let Isayama's literary limitations fence your story. That's my best advice; explore feelings that he didn't have the production time for (perhaps he wasn't allowed to write about it because of financial stuff) or he simply wasn't good at it.

Hope that helps!

Love ya!

#levi ackerman #aot #attack on titan #levi #snk #shingeki no kyojin #captain levi #levi aot #snk levi #attack on titans

[idontplaytrack]

'Not Even In Your Top 5'

AJ Campos x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, coarse language

In which reader feels like she's never anyone's first choice. And AJ finds that ridiculous. Very ridiculous.

Enjoy this little drabble :D

Things have been rocky between you and AJ for the past couple weeks. Because of what you’ve been hearing about you from fellow students, you were upset. Maybe more than upset, so you were pushing AJ away. It was a reflex for you once you faced something like this- a switch flips in your brain and you just ignore the one person who loves you. You didn't want to hurt her like you were hurting yourself. But she kept staying by your side, causing you to push her away even harder. And as patient as AJ has been, she was bound to reach a breaking point, even if she didn't mean to.

You walked through the front doors of the school, trudging to your locker as you avoided eye contact with everybody in your path. All you could think of was how they were all talking about you behind your back. That's what every quiet conversation, every pointing finger and every chuckle was to you- someone judging you.

When the last bell rang for the day, AJ immediately went to wait for you outside your classroom. “AJ, what are you doing here?”

“To talk to you. You can’t keep avoiding me.”

“I can try.”

She lets out a quiet sigh, “y/n, please talk to me.”

“I can’t do this.” You blurted out, pushing past your girlfriend and heading towards the exit. AJ however, wasn’t more then two feel behind you with each step you took. Finally, she’s had enough and grabbed your wrist. “Sit down- we need to talk.” AJ said firmly.

“Not here.” You replied quietly, defeated. She got what you meant and took you to her car instead, and you sat in the front with her. She drives away from the school, and towards her home. Once the both of you were in the privacy of her room, she asked you what had been going on with you and you just felt the words getting caught in your throat- you had no clue how to verbalise it to her.

“It’s been two weeks, baby. This silent treatment or whatever it is…if you don’t talk to me, I can’t help you.” She started, sitting at her desk to give you some space since it’s been looking like you needed it. “Was it something I did? If I did anything to upset you, just tell me. Be straightforward with me.”

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You inhaled shakily while fiddling with your thumbs, feeling the tears brim at your eyes…just as you’d expected. You hated confrontation, it always brings you to tears. Always have an always will. You never fail to feel like the other person’s first reaction would be to scream at you, just like your parents always did growing up at every little mistake.

“I’m sorry.” You told her tearfully, explaining to her as best as you could, how you’ve been feeling and what you’ve been feeling.

“It’s always been a problem for me…overthinking, feeling like everyone’s out to get me or judging me. Sometimes I feel like I’m not even in your top 5.”

“Oh, babe…” AJ exhales, licking her lips. She envelopes you in the hug, her initial frustration and bit of anger dies down quickly. “That’s ridiculous. You’re my favourite person- you’re my girl. Nothing and no one will ever change that for me. If anyone gives you crap, they’ll have to go through me first.”

You allowed yourself to chuckle, wiping away a couple of fallen tears. “Oh, God. Why am I like this? I thought I’d already got over this problem in therapy.”

“It’s okay, baby.” She kisses you sweetly on the lips, “You’re okay. Recovery’s never 100% linear, hm? Don’t go blaming yourself, now.”

“You literally saved me.”

“Don’t give me all the credit. You’ve done a lot of work yourself in therapy for months.” She clasps your hands in her own, giving them a squeeze.

“I know, I know.” You squeezed her hands in response, “I do owe part of it to you, though. So, thank you- I just wanted you to know that.” The conversation continued and took a lighthearted turn, much to both of your relief. You lay down on her chest and she was scratching your head mindlessly like you always loved.

“I think we should go on a date.” You mentioned.

“Oh, yeah?” She asks, grinning.

“Yep. It’s been awhile and spring break’s coming up- maybe it’s time we plan a little something.” You nodded.

“Okay. I’m sure we can think of something with all that time on our hands.” AJ smiled brightly, causing you to do the same.

#auli’i cravalho #aj campos #lgbtqia #queer #crush #hulu crush #hurt/comfort #fluff #angst #reader insert #x reader #wlw

[chloeangelic]

😭Why am I crying in the club rn?😭

Listed by author in alphabetical order cause I'm an organized bitch, here are the fics that made me Sit And Think™️ (or cry) in 2023, or

✨ my top 5 gut wrenching authors selection ✨

featuring @atinylittlepain @cherubispunk @macfrog @netherfeildren and @5oh5 🤍🤍🤍

Everyone knows I love angst, I love terrible gut wrenching pain and suffering and then I love it when my tears are drying on my cheeks and they fuck nasty, hell yeah 😎

So if you're like me, here are some recommendations!!

💙 @atinylittlepain

Deliver Me From Nowhere

Read the whole thing in one night and cried repeatedly during. I had it looming in the back of my mind for weeks but didn't feel like I was in the right headspace until I suddenly was, and it hit differently. I love Dolores, I love Joel, I love how he sees her, their dynamic, the exploration of her emotions and headspace, her body language. Fantastic. Want to cry just thinking about it so I'm gonna STOP.

June

Sat and stared at the wall for a long time after this one, then worked up the courage to post TMWH which I seriously don't think I would've had the guts to post had it not been for June. I love how it handles a sensitive, painful, and very real subject, I love that it doesn't paint Joel as a fixer or savior but rather a realistic, kind partner. Again, his understanding of her and how he makes space for her is something I appreciate so much in DMFN and June.

💗 @cherubispunk

Cherub

This one is an excruciating Sit And Think - I didn't cry but I sat there paralyzed for 48 hrs with a thousand yard stare, just thinking intensely about it, after my second read through. Two chapters and I'm already messed tf up over it!! I read them in the middle of the night and then during the day and I have never been this messed up over something labeled PWP before. The passion, the ominous vibes, Cherub being so soft and Joel having this strange dark vibe... I literally just thought about it constantly for two days and I still can't fully put my finger on why. It just slithered into my brain and I still think about it often and go back to read bits and pieces like a little treat.

💚 @macfrog

All Three Dogs

Max posted this on my most depressed day of 2023 so like fuck you ??? I'm sorry like this is phenomenally written and stunning but like what the fuck is wrong with u i'm not even giving u any more compliments on this one bruv sorry you made me like a DBF series and that's a mortal sin so YOU'RE DONE !!! Fucking dead mackerel eyes speak into the mic bitch chicago sunroof 1 after magna carta i am not crazy squat cobbler jesus christ marie lookin ass

Sweet Child O' Mine - particularly pt ii

This one is so cute and yet it hurts so much. It's so real, the MC is so... I don't even know what to say, she's so on her own and she seems so kind and selfless and it just hurts to think about her cause you can feel her love for her child and for Joel and ugh. She tries so hard to be the best person she can be for everyone and it's one of those situations where nobody is doing anything wrong and yet everyone either is already hurt or gonna get hurt, and I think it's that oscillation between love and hurt that really gets me. I also read this in the middle of the night and all I had to say in my RB was like "thanks for making me cry asshole" (I'm known for my profound commentary).

💜 @netherfeildren

Fear of God - particularly the epilogue

Fear of God is my all-time fav Joel series, the best Joel characterization I've come across and it generally set the tone for my taste in fic. It was the second series I started reading on here when I came back to Tumblr, and it's the first piece of writing that has ever truly moved me. His character arc is absolutely INSANE !! I made the mistake of reading the epilogue while listening to Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish, and for months I couldn't listen to it without crying. The day before my graduation, I kept listening to it on repeat in some strange form of self-torture and I had to explain to my bf why I was sobbing. Try to explain all of FoG in a coherent way through tears, I dare u ! I can't say much without spoiling but basically when I think back on getting into fanfic, FoG is what marks the beginning for me and I will never ever forget this piece of writing ever in my life. (Shoutout to when I got caught getting a nut off to one of the FoG extras - I can't really talk about the series without mentioning that)

The Cassandra Complex - particularly ch I, ch IV, and ch VIII

I didn't give much of a fuck about Din before TCC cause i saw him as like a taller hotter R2D2 and now here I am... Eating my words like a ration pack. I have to do a big girthy throbbing TCC reblog cause I have a lot to say about my fav series in the world but basically I can't read ch 4 without crying and even though this is a Star Wars fic and it makes no sense for me to relate to it the most out of anything on Vic's ML, sith girly is the most relatable MC thanks to her constantly feeling haunted by her past, feeling like she's hiding, feeling unworthy, torpedoing herself, and seeing so much beauty in others but struggling to see it in herself. I'll save the rest of my thoughts for the big RB but basically I've even cried at the fucking SMUT in this series like I'm on another planet when I read it (haha get it?? cause Star Wars??)

🧡 @5oh5

From Eden

Staring At The Wall Saturdays again - I hate how much I see my younger self in little sunflower girlie, I hate that I recognize how trapped she feels in her marriage. It's such an accurate portrayal of feeling chained to a man who doesn't deserve you, and of how guilty you feel for not even acting on feelings for someone else yet but just recognizing within yourself that you deserve better, like that pain of accepting that you're not treated right and that visceral feeling of unfairness that comes with being in the wrong relationship. The guilt you feel for even just thinking it, you know? And having to recognize how you've been treated. Ugh. Also this Joel is... His mannerisms are... I.... I'll be right back-

And now, for the most important award ever. The winner of

🏆Biggest Chloe Tear Jerker 2023🏆 is...

🎉 @netherfeildren 🎉 and this is her 24/7

#chloe recs

[winchesterwild78]

Chance Meeting pt 7

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

This is my first ever fan fiction. I adore Jensen Ackles and have no hate towards his family. In this he’s single. I’m not sure exactly how to do this so any suggestions or feedback is appreciated. Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter/ Trigger Warnings: fluff, SMUT, unprotected sex (cover it up please), con rough sex, a little sadness (not too bad)

A/N: I’m working hard on making sure the chapters get done quickly. I don’t want to leave you hanging for too long. If you have any suggestions please let me know. Reader is older-not trying to alienate anyone, but I wanted the reader close to Jensen’s age and with children. This will make more sense in later chapters. This chapter will include a time jump. It will be noted. This chapter is a bit longer, but I couldn’t help it. Enjoy 😊

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Jensen POV

I woke up and it was dark in the room. Looking over at the clock on the nightstand it read 4:23am. Ugh! Still too damn early. I look down and see y/n asleep laying cuddled up next to me. My arm is under her head and I run my hands through her hair. She’s definitely different from other women I’ve been with, but she’s so much more. She is sleeping so peacefully next to me and I can’t help but feel a warm feeling in my chest. How can I be falling in love with her so quickly? Yet here I am already falling so deep. I wrap my arms around her pulling her closer to me. Breathing in her scent. Her shampoo and body wash are so intoxicating. Y/n lets out a soft sigh and I kiss the top of her head. Today is the last day of the con and I have no idea how I’m going to leave her. We live in different states and have different lives, but damn do I want this, her. I have to figure it out.

The hours pass and daylight peeks through the window. You start to wake up and feel strong arms around you holding you tight. Your eyes flutter open and see Jensen asleep. His features are soft and his mouth is slightly open. You reach your hand up and rub it against his cheek. Jensen stirs and his eyes open. He looks at you and smiles softly. You lean up and kiss his lips. “Good morning sweetheart” Jensen says with a gruff sleepy voice. “Good morning to you too, handsome.” You said smiling back at him.

You nuzzled into his chest more and he gripped you tighter. “We’ve got to get up and start getting ready for the day baby.” Jensen said with a slight sadness to his voice. You leaned back and looked in his emerald green eyes. “What’s wrong, Jensen?” You said cupping his face. He looked at you and sighed. “I just don’t know what to do about us. I’ve been thinking about it all morning and I’ve got nothing.” You sat up and leaned against the headboard. The realization of what he was saying hit you like a truck. This weekend has been amazing, but in a few short hours it was coming to an end. What happens next? You both live in completely different worlds. He’s Jensen Freaking Ackles and you’re well, y/n. A regular person who works a Monday through Friday job, bills and some months living paycheck to paycheck. The longer you sat there with the thoughts in your head the more your heart broke. A single tear slipped out and Jensen sat up brushing it away with his thumb. “Shh, y/n, don’t cry. We will figure it out. I promise.” He said placing a tender kiss on your lips.

The day went by in a blur. All you could think about was how much you would miss Jensen when you had to leave. You leaned against a wall and pulled out your phone. You called y/f/n to get her advice. “Hey girl, how’s the con going and how’s Jensen?” She said while making a kissing sound in the phone. You laughed and said everything was going good, but you didn’t know what was going to happen after the con was over. “Y/f/n, I told him I loved him and he said it back. I know it’s fast but I feel it. When I’m with him everything feels in place finally.” You said stifling tears. “Oh, y/n don’t cry. Talk to Jensen. I know you two will figure it out. I’ll support you both no matter what you decide. I love you girl! Now go talk about this with your man.” “Thanks y/f/n, you’re right. I’ll text you later. Love you too girl!” You hung up and wiped away a few stray tears.

You slipped in the final Gold Panel with Jared, Misha and Jensen and took your seat. Jared saw you first and smiled. You smiled back and looked over at Jensen. His face lit up when he saw you. You both smiled at each other and he winked. Your heart fluttering just a bit more. You sat watching and listening to the audience ask their questions and the guys answering them. Your mind kept wandering back to what was going to happen with you and Jensen. It was time for the final question. A woman stood up and said the question was for Jensen. This pulled your attention back to reality. She introduced herself and the guys said hello. “So Jensen, we all saw the woman you kissed yesterday and the internet has exploded with the pictures taken. My question is who is she and where did you meet?” Jensen looked at you and smiled, cleared his throat and said “Well, honestly I met her here. We hit it off and as far as who she is, if she’ll have me I would like her to be my girlfriend.” The audience filled with awws and giggles. You looked at Jensen dumbfounded but nodded with a smile. He jumped off stage, ran to you and wrapped you in a hug. He pulled back to see your y/e/c eyes sparkle. Then he laid a tender kiss on your lips. The audience went crazy. Clapping, screaming and yelling. Jensen grabbed your hand and pulled you on stage with him and the guys. He waved at the audience and you gave a shy smile waving too. He pulled you off stage and to the green room.

“Did you mean it?” You asked him. “Yes, of course I did. I love you and I don’t want you getting away.” He said as he wrapped his arms around you. “We will figure everything out. I promise.”

<time jump 2 months later>

“Y/n are you finished packing your bathroom yet?” Y/f/n asked from the living room. “Just closing the last box now.” You yelled from the bathroom. “I still can’t believe you’re moving to Texas, y/n.” “I know. It’s hard to believe 2 months ago I went to a convention single and now I’m in love with an amazing man who loves me just as much.” You looked around your apartment and take in all the boxes and empty space. Years living here and now it’s time to move on. It’s bittersweet but you can’t wait to start your new life with Jensen. After the convention you both went back to your lives but talked all the time. He would fly in to visit and after about a month in he asked you to move in with him. You were hesitant at first because his kids are younger than yours and you were worried about their reactions, but you love his kids and they love you. You even get along well with his ex. Your kids were over the moon for you and encouraged the move. So now here you are packing up and moving across the country for the man who stole your heart.

“Hey, y/n I’m gonna order pizza for dinner and run by the store to grab some drinks. You need anything else?” Y/f/n asks as she heads towards the door. “Nope, I’m good. Just no mushrooms.” You say with a chuckle. “Fine” she says as she walks out the door.

A few minutes later you hear a knock at the door. You get up from the floor “did you forget something y/f/n” you say as you open the door. “Jensen! What are you doing here?” You squeal as you throw your arms around him. “Did you really think I was going to let you drive across country by yourself?” He said as he backed you into the apartment. “I didn’t think you could get out of work. I would have been fine.” You said as your legs hit the side of the couch. “I’m sure you would have, but I was able to work it out so I could help you move and make sure you’re safe.” He said as he kissed your forehead. Jensen looked around and noticed there wasn’t much left to do and he noticed you two were alone. “Hey sweetheart, where’s y/f/n?” “Oh she went to the store and to get a pizza. Let me text her and ask her to grab some beer too. I’ll also let her know you’re here.” You said sending him a smirk.

Me: hey girl can you grab some beer too. Jensen just showed up to help with the move. 😁

Bestie: oooh I’ll make sure to take extra time getting back. I’ll grab the beer and food. You two behave ;)

Me: thanks babe. You’re the best. Be careful

“So she’s going to grab some beer and the food. She said she’s gonna take extra time to get back.” You smile at Jensen and wiggle your eyebrows. He takes this as an invitation to lead you to the bedroom. The only thing left on the bed was your sheets and a pillow. You were only spending one more night here so everything else was packed. Jensen started kissing your lips and working his way down your neck. His hands roaming all over your curves. You start moaning and your hands make their way in his hair. Jensen pulls your shirt up and off and in one swift motion his shirt was off too. He hooked his hand around you and unhooked your bra exposing your ample breasts. His mouth was instantly on your breasts, licking and sucking each nipple. His hands grabbing and holding them. He laid you down and hooked his fingers in your leggings and in one quick move he pulled them and your soaking wet panties down. You spread your legs exposing yourself to him. “Mmm sweetheart, is this all for me.” He said as he ran his fingers through your dripping folds. Your breath hitched as he brushed against your clit. “Oh Jensen, please.” You breathed out. “Please what baby?” He said while smirking. “I need to cum, please make me cum.” That was all he needed. He grabbed your thighs and threw your legs over his shoulders and started lapping up your juices. He inserted one finger and you squirmed. His finger pushing in and out of you while hooking up towards your sweet spot. Your hips moved into his mouth and finger. He inserted another finger and you moaned, gripping the bed with one hand and Jensen’s head with another. “Yes baby, right there.” You moaned. Jensen was like a man starved. Taking you closer to your release. He picked his head up and said “cum for me baby.” That was all you needed and you felt yourself clenching around his fingers. He licked faster and helped you chase your high all the way down.

Once you came down from your high he stood up and you helped him pull down his jeans and boxers. His large l, thick cock springing free. You lick your lips and take his cock deep in your mouth. You lick a strip up his shaft causing him to moan and grab your head. He pushes his cock deeper down your throat hearing you gag a little. The sounds of panting and sucking fill the room. “Damn baby your mouth feels so fucking good right now, but I want to fuck your sweet pussy.” Jensen almost growls as he says it. You smile as you pull his cock out of your mouth making a popping sound as his cock leaves your lips.

You slide up on the bed as Jensen lines his cock up to your dripping wet pussy. “I don’t have a condom y/n” Jensen said almost sad. “It’s okay with me. I’m clean and I can’t get pregnant anymore.” You said. He smiled at you and said “well damn sweetheart let’s get busy.” You giggled because you realized his Dean was showing. Jensen lined himself up to your entrance and with one swift thrust he bottomed out and you let out a loud moan. Sex with Jensen was always amazing. He had length and girth that makes you feel him for days. He’s also a very talented and giving lover. You’ve never experienced sex like this before and damn did you feel lucky. He continued thrusting hitting that spot no other man ever hit. You felt that familiar tightness in your core. Your hand instinctively moved to your throbbing clit which made Jensen smirk. “Hands and knees baby girl.” Jensen’s voice deep and commanding. Instantly making you wetter and you happily obliged. You flipped over getting on your hands and knees. Your nice round ass in the air. You could feel your wetness running down your thighs. Jensen lines up with your dripping core and thrusts deep in you. The change of position makes you moan louder. He’s hitting another spot and you know you’re close. “Jensen I’m gonna….cum.” You say breathily. His hand wraps around and he starts rubbing your clit while slamming into your pussy. You cum hard around his length and he keeps rubbing. You try to pull away but he is so strong and before you know it you’re cumming a third time. Satisfied he pulls his hand away and keeps driving into your pussy. Jensen is bottoming out and you know you’re not going to be able to walk right for a few days. “Harder Jensen, fuck me baby.” You yell. Jensen starts to fuck you harder grabbing your hips and burying his cock deep in your throbbing heat. He brings a hand up and smacks your right ass cheek causing a yelp to escape from your lips. His thrusts start to get sloppy as he’s chasing his release. You clench your walls around his cock and he fills your empty womb with his hot seed. As he comes down from his high he slowly pulls out. You whimper at the loss of fullness.

You roll over on your back and he lays beside you. Sweeping your hair from your face he places a kiss on your lips. “Are you okay, y/n?” You smile at him and say “more than okay. That was amazing.” You smile and place a kiss on his lips. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” He asked with concern in his eyes. You cup his face “no baby, that was hot.” You snuggle into his chest rubbing your hands up and down his gorgeous torso. He pulls you close to him, kisses your head and whispers “okay”.

Jensen pulls away and goes into the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean you both up. Thank goodness you left one out. He returns to the bed and cleans you up then himself. He tosses the washcloth back towards the bathroom. “We need to get dressed before y/f/n comes back with the food. I don’t want to traumatize her.” You say laughing. Jensen laughs and groans as he gets up. He pulls you off the bed into his arms. He gives you a deep kiss and as he pulls away he says “I love you so much.” Your heart flutters and you say “I love you too, Jensen. So much.”

You both get dressed and walk into the living room just as the door opens. “I’m coming in, y’all better be dressed.” You heard y/f/n say as she walked in laughing. You grabbed the food from her and she looked between the two of you smiling. “Hey Jensen” she said with a smirk. “Hey y/f/n, let me help you.” He says as he grabs the bags from her hands. She looks at you a wiggles her eyebrows and you playfully hit her arm.

Dinner was delicious and the last of the boxes were packed. You gave y/f/n a huge hug and told her thank you for helping. She gave you a huge hug and told you she’d be back early to see you off. Jensen pulled her in for a hug and you all said good night.

Once the door was closed and locked Jensen took you in his arms. He knew you were looking forward to the move but you were also a little sad to say goodbye to the life you had here. He rubbed your back and you buried your face in his chest. He kissed the top of your head and said “come on baby, let’s get some sleep.” You sniffled and wiped a few stray tears away as you took his hand. You both walked to your bedroom one last time and changed for bed. You crawled in and snuggled to him. He held you and rubbed your back as you drifted off to sleep in his arms. Tomorrow was going to be hard and he knew it. He laid awake for a while longer listening to your soft snores and he smiled. How did he get so lucky to have the love of an incredible woman who was willing to give up her life to move in with him. He smiled and placed a soft kiss on your head and whispered “I love you, y/n” and he drifted off to sleep.

#jensen ackles x plus size reader #chance meeting #supernatural convention #jensen ackles smut #jensen ackles x reader

[criminalmindswhore]

Dark Pieces of Me

TW: violence, kidnapping, blood, description of wounds, spy activities

Summary: Emily and you both have dark pasts, but yours come to light against your will.

Part 2 | Part 3

"Guys, we got something," Garcia announced as she entered the bullpen. Everyone stood up from their desks grabbing notepads, pens, and coffees. As they shuffled into the round table room everyone was silent, except Reid as he finished his ramble about how elephants think humans are cute and react the same we do with puppies. "Yeah I hate to cut off conversation about puppies but this is urgent." Garcia clicked the remote displaying pictures of mutilated bodies. "San Fransico PD is requesting our immediate help as a cyclist discovered all 5 of these bodies early this morning. All 5 victims were killed over a month ago but dropped late last night." Her face cringed as she caught a glimpse. The team studied each body, and you were first to speak up. "Cause of death?" Garcia continued, "Blunt force trauma to the face. Each person was hit in the face repeatedly with something like a bat or tree branch. There were pieces of wood lodged in their skin." Everyone cringed slightly, but you. Emily noticed, her eyebrows lifting somewhat in concern. "We need to find out who these people are and who did this to them. Wheels up in 20." Hotch ordered and everyone filled out of the room. You were the fastest to abandon the table, dropping your things at your desk you quickly made your way to the bathroom.

As you entered the stall and locked it, memories came flooding back to you...

"Good evening ma'am." You turned in your chair to face the door. "What took you so long Henry?" The man cringed, knowing this was his fate. "I- um- the target was hard to reach." You scoffed, "That has never been an issue before. Now answer me truthfully what took you so long?" You sat up in your chair, elbows resting on the desk. Henry took a deep breath in, "The target was holding her daughter." He finished his sentence and waited. You sighed, you hated this mission. You hated every part of it. "Thank you for your honesty. Go." You shooed him away. As soon as the door shut you let a couple tears slip before pulling yourself together and picking up the phone. 3 rings and then he spoke, "Is it done?" Your face showed fear but your voice never faltered, "Yes sir." He chuckled, "God. Now kill Henry and the other and get home mi amor."

The tears came rushing from your eyes as you sat on the toilet clutching your arms around yourself. You remember what your therapist said, "Deep breath in, I am safe, deep breath out." After a few deep breaths, you calmed down enough to return to work. Opening the bathroom door, there stood Emily. A concerned look on her face made you break down again. Nearly falling on the group Emily caught you. A sob escaped your lips and everything started flowing. Emily pulled you close to her chest holding you up by the shoulders and an arm around your waist. You put your forehead on her chest and sobbed. Hot tears ran down your cheeks and onto her shirt. "Shhhh y/n it's okay, get it out." Emily knew deep down something big was wrong, you never cried in front of anyone ever. "I'm so sorry Emily. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." Emily immediately pulled you to your feet, holding by your shoulders and staring into your swollen eyes. "Listen to me right now, I don't know what's wrong, but no matter what it is not your fault." You took a deep breath. The old you crept in as you immediately stopped crying, knowing what had to be done. "I'm sorry Emily." You spoke so clearly that Emily got a chill. This was not you.

You broke out of her grasp and walked into the bullpen. She followed close behind you, "Y/n, what are you doing?" She called after you, drawing attention to the two of you. You collected your items, laid your badge on your desk and walked towards the door. "Y/n what's going on?" Morgan asked as he stepped in front of you. You stopped in front of him and looked him dead in the eyes. "Let me go." There was no emotion in your voice and it shook him to his core. He stood his ground, "Y/n, no. What is going on?" He spoke sternly, demanding you to stay and let them help. "Derek Morgan, move or I will move you." You stared right through him. He did not even falter. You took one hand and grabbed his ear yanking him down. He fell with a thump and you stepped over him. You looked back at Emily, standing beside Morgan, staring at you. She looked devasted and furious. "Goodbye, Prentiss." You haven't called her that in over a year. You stepped out of the doors and left. Leaving the team screaming after you. Garcia came running down the hall at the commotion just in time to see the elevator doors close.

You stepped into your car and drove back to your apartment. You know the team isn't far behind you so you move quick. Just like you practiced. Safe, file, bag, close. Turn, gun under the mattress, wallet on the bed, turn, out the door. You got into your second car no one knew about and took off. As you pulled away 2 SUV's pulled up. From the rearview mirror, you saw JJ and Emily jumping out of the first and running inside. You sighed from grief knowing that was the hardest family to walk away from. You left them, in your apartment. Emily clutching your wallet, Morgan staring at the empty open safe, Reid holding your car keys. You were gone, you pulled an Emily.

#emilyprentiss #criminalminds #aaronhotchner #JJ #garcia #spencerreid #criminalmindsfanfic #criminalmindsxreader #emilyprentissxreader

#emily prentiss fanfic #criminal minds #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #aaron hotchner #jennifer jareau #penelopregarcia #spencer reid #derek morgan #criminalmindsxreader

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 1/23/2024

listen i got my last job through one of youse on here so weirder things have happened: i got fired bc the nonprofit wasn’t doing so hot. let me know if you have a weird data/database or market/tech research job. i promise my worksona is so so so nice and pleasant to work with. remote only, looking more in the $75k range but can be a bit flexible if it’s a cool enough job, i am in the central time zone of the USA and will not need sponsorship anywhere but DO need the cadillac of healthcare and dental plans. portfolio, publication list, and linkedin with my government name available on request!

listening

both of these are from my sister! this is another FULL ALBUM rec (good lord). The Offline’s album La couleur de la mer is a soundtrack to a movie that doesn’t exist, inspired by his long walks in the fog on the French Atlantic coast. a little spacey, a little soul, very sixties/seventies neonoir. i am quite fond of the very first track, Thème de la couleur de la mer.

she’s also sent me a bunch of tiktoks with Perfect (Exceeder) by Mason and Princess Superstar. hell of a goddamn music video for this thing. mid-aughts clubbing music at its finest. stopped me from dissolving into a puddle of emotions on the way to and from the vet today bc it’s too goddamn bouncy to be sad around

reading

im reading a trilogy i want to discuss as a whole whenever the third one comes through as a library hold, and a book by a friend. i do not typically talk about books or fics by friends here bc none of them have ever asked for critique, and i dont want to play favorites or inadvertently miss someone’s work. so here’s a story about porn on Wikimedia, which is the kind of database drama and technical arguments that fascinate me.

given the number of articles from 404 Media i shout about here and elsewhere i really should sign up for their $5/mo subscription tier when i have a steady income again

watching

somehow missed Star Wars Visions 2, their second anthology of weird little shorts. i was not super impressed by the overall storytelling this time around, but it was fun to see them reach out to more global studios and see a wider range of styles. there’s some goddamn incredible stop motion in here.

i particularly enjoyed Journey to the Dark Head, which not only has some interesting fringe Force believers and beliefs but has one of the sickest anime bullshit lightsaber fights in this season. this one is by Studio Mir, most known for the Legend of Korra.

also really liked The Spy Dancer by Studio La Cachette, partly bc it’s incredibly beautiful and i like when Star Wars leans into art nouveau, and partly bc it felt the most like a complete short story. emotional arc and everything! strong beginning middle and end! this IS a really low bar, but a lot of the shorts this season did not have a coherent little story to tell or a strong emotional arc, or fumbled their arc partway through, and were just kind of vibes and animation showcases? nothing necessarily wrong with that, also how i felt about most of the last collection. my expectations are underground for any Star Wars media.

playing

as is tradition i dithered about this section the most. this is more of a What’s Next? planning ramble.

the laptop gets shipped back to my old job today so i will no longer have a working modern computer. i have to dig the switch out and see what’s up. maybe start a whole new run in breath of the wild or whatever the last pokemon game was. i think i also have the sword boyfriend game everyone was up in arms about two years ago? and i think i am somehow part of a switch family plan that lets me have some older games?

this section may look very different in the next ??? amount of time until i get a company laptop again. or finally replace the motherboard on my personal desktop but that sat in my car for several weeks during the heat wave this summer while i did not have an apartment and i am really REALLY afraid to open that box.

oh the free epic game this week is a platformer, a genre i have historically not cared about. godspeed to those of you who do

making

soup bc aldi had alphabet pasta and that jolted me out of myself for long enough i was briefly convinced making alphabet pasta soup would fix me. so i found this recipe while in aldi. despite this not being a very good soup or a very good recipe, i feel a little triumphant bc i now know enough to brown the tomato paste before putting it in the soup. unfortunately i overcooked the pasta. there’s kind of a lot of texture happening here, and i wish i had chopped things finer, but i will probably steal my best friend’s blender tomorrow and blitz some of it down.

it’s edible. im going to eat it all. it will not be going in the rotation

#this one has another album rec and a recipe #what am i becoming #this is also a little bit. Hm. feels weird to write bc i am a little drunk and very out of it #tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #Youtube

[alexissara]

Happy Day of Visibility for Non-monogamy

[Image From Ayaka is in Love with Hiroko!]

Today is Day Of Visibility for Non-monogamy, I am polyamarous, I've written about it a few times in recent days so feel free to ya know search Polyam on my blog and you'll see plenty of writing if you want more but today is gonna be completely personal chat. So strap in for my asexual lesbian polyamarous life.

I personally attempt to be as non hierarchical as possible, I am engaged [and have been] to my Fiancé whom i've dated since I was in Freshmen year of high school so obviously we have tons of history and in these 15 years of love i've never felt like I needed monogamy in my relationship with them. I've dated a set of long distance partners for around 8 years now and I love all of those women and wouldn't replace them for the world, we spend hours and hours every single day talking. I had a recent ex girlfriend whom I almost dated for 2 years before our break up and I have a non traditional subby dommy kinda thing going on with a really sweet girl that's been going on for over a year now.

My Fiancé has been dating another amazing girl who I think is amazing [as a friend] for like 5 years now and she has a boyfriend who is married to another woman but he lives with her. My Girlfriend has been dating another girl who is like one of my best friends ever for a lot of years now too. I have a pretty good relationship with the whole polycule and I am really happy to be able to not just have all this love but to have all this love for my partners. It's super fun to see my partners date and fall in love and explore themselves in new ways, it's fantastic.

I would say my approach is mostly a relationship anarchist style in that I let relationships be what they are as opposed to feeling like a strict line from what interactions with people of particular titles can be. That said when we decide on a title I do take them very seriously and want to respect when a relationship has elevated into something clearly romantic between me and those other people. I love, love but I also understand that I only have so many hours in the day and I want to make sure I am treating everyone well.

Non-Monogamy can be a little bit of work but relationships can be too. At first I was really bad at polyamory, I thought you had to be in a relationship with everyone dating everyone and tried to like force that kind of dynamic which neither of my partners appreciated and they sat me down to clear it up with me that they weren't interested in each other romantically. I also worked to stop comparing people to each other. It had always been that different partners had given had given me different things in my life.

Two years ago I was really sick, like constantly in and out of the hospital sick. During that time I only grew to appreciate my polycule even more. Having my loved ones all in a group chat giving each other updates, having people be awake at different hours so I couldn't be alone and depressed and feeling horrible. I felt so lucky to have so much love and to be showered in that affection all of them trying their best to help take care of me. Honestly, I don't know if my mental health could have been as okay as it was in such a terrible state with that constant affection from everyone.

I hope we can live in a world that becomes more accepting of non monogamy and that we have more rights. My partners matter so deeply to me and I couldn't chose between them. Like a body needs a bunch of different vitamins I need a lot of different love to stay healthy. This is who I am, this is who my heart is, this is me. To every other non monogamous person out there, your not alone, your seen, your loved and we have each other if we don't have anything else.

#Personal #non monogamy #non monogomous #polyamourous #polyam #poly #polyam lesbians #polyamory #poly lesbians #polyamarous queer #polyamarous lesbian #polyam wlw #polyamarous #relationship anarchy #lesbian #Day of Visibility for Non-monogamy

[endofthelinexx]

Roses and Flame | 9

Pairing: Female!Driver!Horner!Reader x Toto Wolff,  Female!Driver!Horner!Reader x Checo Perez

TW: cheating, language

Rating: Mature, 18+

AN: I’m just going to go ahead and warn you right now, Collins is very much being an anti-hero in this chapter. I let my intrusive thoughts win, I’m not sorry though. This took a hot minute to finish since my life has decided to be literally the most hectic so I am sorry for that. If something in a different language is wrong its cause i used google translate. comment to be added to the taglist!

Word count: 5.0k

Mini Summary: Collins Horner is the eldest of Christian and Geri’s children. She has been raised to be the fastest female racer Motorsport has ever seen and to despise Mercedes while doing it. But what happens when her world turns upside down?

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it or parts of it, and claiming it as your own.  

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You did your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you finally knocked on the door, waiting quietly. After a few moments it opened and you looked up to make eye contact with the tall man, who smiled back at you, causing you to grin.

“Hello, come on in,” he moved out of your way and you walked in. “You look really good.”

You smiled more and turned around to face him, “thanks, so do you. It smells great too, what are you cooking?”

“Don’t laugh, I’m not that great of a cook so I’m making spaghetti, but I am also making lamb chops. I never seem to mess those up so it seemed like a good idea,” he laughed lightly.

You nodded, “I’m not a good cook either so hopefully that’s not on your checklist.”

“We could always learn together.”

“Yeah, we could,” you smiled, both of you just looking at each other for a moment.

Toto opened the fridge to pull out a bottle of wine, “do you want some?”

“I’d love some.”You smiled, sitting on the bar stool that was at the island as you watched him pour you a glass and set it down in front of you.

“So, you happy that you finally got a break even though it's only a week?” He asked as he went back to focusing on the food he was cooking.

You thought about the last few days, “it’s been a little chaotic, so I’m not sure how much of a break this will be.”

“Oh? What has been so chaotic?”

Sighing, you responded, “it’s a long story I can’t share yet.”

“Hmm, not even a little bit?” He turned to look at you.

You shook your head, “nope.”

“Well, I think you should.”

“No,” you played all tough but the butterflies in your stomach said otherwise.

He nodded, “okay, but I bet you tell me at some point.”“Maybe,” you shrugged.

As you watched him you thought there was absolutely no way in hell you’d tell the man you were currently on a date with that a different man was most definitely in your bed right now. Of course, you weren’t truly dating Toto yet, for now, and nothing was going on with Checo so it wasn’t that bad, but you knew it wouldn’t be interpreted that way. 

You were deep in thought when he spoke up, “dinner is almost ready if you want to get plates, they're in that cabinet.” He smiled and pointed. Snapping back to reality you returned his smile, getting up to get plates. You walked over and handed them to him, “thank you.”

“Of course, where are the forks? I can put them on the table.”

He fixed the plates, stopping briefly to point at a drawer, “right in there.”

You nodded, walking to grab 2 forks and 2 knives. Staring at them for a second, you couldn’t help but smile a little to yourself. This wasn’t ideal, having to hide from everyone, but if you weren’t you wouldn’t be having a date this personal. You hated first dates, the anxiety of being out in public was bad enough, paired with the pressure of having to get to know someone was just so stressful. But being here right now was almost perfect, it felt like you had known him personally for years. You sat the utensils on the table when he came up behind you with the plates, setting them down. Smiling a little more you stood up straight, pressing your back up to his chest. You felt him stiffen up a little bit before relaxing again, you turned to face him, looking up.

“Thanks for dinner.” You spoke softly while he looked back down at you.

He laughed a little, “well you shouldn’t thank me until we’re for sure it actually tastes good.”

“Well that's too bad because I am,” you huffed, he had that stupid smirk on his face for a second before walking over to his seat. You sat down as well, taking a quick sip of your wine as he went to take a bite of his food, “Is it good?”

He nodded, “yeah, thank god.”

You laughed, taking a bite, “I knew it would be.”

The two of you chatted through the whole dinner, laughing and teasing each other, it was amazing. When dinner was finished you grabbed his plate before he could get up, going to wash them in the sink. You could feel his eyes on you as you turned the water on, his chair moving as he stood up. He walked towards you and before you knew it his hands were on either side of you, trapping you in between him and the counter. You almost dropped the plate that you were cleaning when he moved one of his hands to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, leaning down so his mouth was level.“So are we doing this for real?” He whispered and the hair on the back of your neck stood up as you carefully put the plate down.

You were frozen in place for a moment before finally turning around, “if you want to deal with my father's wrath at some point in time.”

“Oh boy, I’d love to,” he smirked a little.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Then yes,” you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He grinned and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and setting you on the countertop. You gave him a little kiss and he grumbled, pulling you in for a real one and you immediately kissed him back. This kiss felt more real than the last ones, they were more desperate, like the two of you were trying to get as much as you could before it was gone. Now it felt more secure, probably because it was. The two of you spent the next hour kissing like teenagers before you finally pulled away.

“I’d love to do this for the rest of the week, but I should probably go,” you laughed as he moved to kiss your neck.

“How about you don’t go,” he whispered in between kisses, you couldn’t help but tilt your head back to give him more space.

He grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to him, you smiled a little, “I really need to Toto.”

“Nope, not happening.”

You opened your mouth to protest when you felt a nip at the nape of your neck, causing you to let out a quiet moan, you could feel his smirk against your skin. He pulled at the satin shirt you wore, untucking it from your jeans before quickly working at the buttons, his forehead resting on your shoulder. 

You combed your fingers through his hair, smiling, “Toto.”

He stopped and sat up to look at you, “yes schatzi?”

“I’ve got to go, I know they got pictures of me walking in the building, I can’t let it get suspicious, I’ve been here almost 5 hours.” You gave him a half smile.

He huffed, “that's not fair, for you to wear this top and just leave.”

“Well I need to,” you slid off the countertop and tucked your shirt back in before buttoning it back up.

He was almost in shock, “there’s no way you're about to leave.”

“I am and if you were thinking with your head that's up there,” you pointed at his face, “rather than the one that's down there, you would know that I’m making the smart choice.” You reached out for his face, pulling him into one last kiss, “I had fun.” He nodded in agreement and you turned to leave, grabbing your car keys and opening the door, and walking out. About 30 minutes later you walked into Lewis’ house, Audrey was sitting on the couch with Lewis and Checo who all looked over at you when you walked in.

“Jesus guys, have you been waiting for me?” you looked at them questioningly while setting your stuff down on the counter.

Audrey smiled, “kinda, we were watching a movie.”

“What movie?” You looked over at the tv.

Checo spoke up, “it's about like a fashion magazine and this woman is a bitch to this other girl.”

“Audrey you are not making them watch Devil wears Prada.”

“What?! They hadn’t seen it,” she defended herself as you squeezed in between her and Checo.

Lewis looked at you, “so how was the night?”

“Good,” you smiled and Audrey grinned.

“So do I get to know who you went out with?” Checo looked at the three of you.

You quickly shook your head, “absolutely not, and don’t tell people I went on a date at all.”

“Hmm, why should I?”

You crossed your arms, “I’ll call Carola.”

“Okay, fine, mouth shut,” he forced a smile and Audrey laughed.

You finished the movie with them, heading downstairs followed by Audrey and checo, you looked over at her, “let me change and I’ll come in and talk to you.”

“Okay,” she spoke before walking back into her room while checo followed you into yours. When you walked in you set your phone down on the dresser, looking in the mirror while you took off your jewelry. Checo walked over to the bed, sat down, and looked over at you. You looked at him through the mirror, “Yes?”

“Oh nothing,” he looked away, leaning forward to grab his duffle bag off the floor, looking for a shirt to sleep in.

You sighed and looked back at yourself in the mirror, checo pulled out a shirt and threw his duffle bag on the floor, standing up. You leaned down to open a drawer to grab a sleep shirt of your own and when you stood back up you saw him taking off his shirt, you whipped around while he pulled it over his head, “Sergio, you can't wait 5 seconds or go and change in the bathroom?”

He looked over at you, “why are you being dramatic, it's just a shirt.” You huffed and looked at him for a second, “for someone who is so bothered, you seem to enjoy looking.”

“I’m not bothered and I’m not looking.” You felt your face warm up and you immediately blamed the wine.

“Mhmm, so should I put the shirt I was going to sleep in on, or would you rather me not?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I’m going to go to Audreys room,” you grabbed your nightshirt and walked across the hall and into her room, shutting the door behind you. “Audrey what the fuck.”

She looked up from her bed, “what?”

“Was anyone going to tell me he was lowkey ripped?” You sighed and sat on her bed.

“Omg stop, he is?” She laughed a little.

You put your face in your hands, “yeah he is.”

“I just spent an hour and a half making out with another guy and I come back here and I’m about to sleep with a different one.”

“Well you’re not sleeping with him, you’re just sharing a bed.” You looked up at her with an unimpressed look on your face and she shrugged, “well unless you were planning on it.”

“I’m definitely not going to.”

“I heard he’s good though,” she pointed out.

“Are you for real?” you shook your head.

“Yeah, that's what I heard.”

“Audrey, what is your problem?” You started laughing and she laughed with you.

“Well you literally just came in here and I could’ve sworn you were kinda turned on.”

You shook your head, “I was not.”

“I heard it in your voice.”

“Oh no, you don’t think he noticed did you?”

She shrugged, “well what did he say?”

“He asked if he should leave his shirt off..”

“Oh girl, your fucked.”

“Stop, no I’m not, he has a wife, nothing is going to happen.”

“Well, Tayla said she’s been cheating on him.”

You got up and went to change into your pajamas, “how would she know.”

“Kelly, they’re good friends which I know is so shocking,” she spoke with the most sarcastic tone of voice.

“That just makes me feel bad for him,” you said as you take your jeans off, looking around for your shorts, “please tell me I brought shorts with me.”

“Looks like someone is about to get a show,” she had an evil look on her face.

“Audrey, I need to borrow shorts.”

“Nope, you need to live with the consequences of your own actions, now go, we can talk about Toto tomorrow.”

“Please, Audrey.” You practically begged and she shook her head, sighing you grabbed your clothes and sent her a glare, heading back out of her room. You stared at the door to your room, dreading what waited for you on the other side. Taking a deep breath you opened it and walked in, he was in bed reading a book. The room was dark except for the lamp that he had left on, he didn’t look up until he heard you shut the door behind you. You tried to ignore him, as you threw your dirty clothes in your suitcase. 

Walking over to the dresser, you looked at him over your shoulder and he was practically staring you down, “this a joke right?”

“I forgot my pj shorts in here, okay?” You defended yourself as you desperately dug through the dresser drawers.

He watched you as you got more desperate, “or you forgot them entirely.”

You stood up straight and turned around, “look, I wasn’t planning on a man staying here, I was planning on sleeping in here alone.”

He let you finish talking, watching you get all flustered, “ahh senora, come here.” He put his book down and sat up, motioning for you to walk over, reluctantly you did as you were told. He got out of bed, taking his blue plaid pj pants off.

“What are you doing?” You immediately looked away, looking at his face instead of down.

He handed them to you, “letting you borrow my pajama pants so you’ll calm down even though it’s really cute.”

You looked at him for a second before putting them on, the waistband was a little loose on you, and they were definitely baggy. Looking back up at him, you whispered, “thank you.”

He looked back at you, “you’re lucky I have some self-control.”

“The look in your eyes tells a different story.” You mumbled, you were never going to drink wine again.

“I’m sure it does, but I’m not doing anything about it, am I?”

“No, you’re definitely not,” you looked away and went to walk to the other side of the bed, but he grabbed your wrist.

“Why’d you say it like that?”

“Say it like what?” You turned around to look at him as he stared back at you. He didn’t say anything, just observed you for a moment and you pulled your arm away, “I’m going to lay down.”

You moved to your side of the bed before crawling in, pulling the covers over you as he moved to lay beside you. You furrowed your brow briefly and turned over on your side away from him, you began to let your eyes flutter close, ignoring the immense sexual tension. Once you finally began to relax you felt his hand on your waist, and it wasn’t over the shirt. Your breath hitched in your throat when his cold hand came in contact with your warm skin, you immediately turned to lay on your back so you could look at him.

“Checo,” you mumbled, looking at him with your eyes wide.

He looked away from his hand that was now resting on your stomach, “I’m not doing anything, not unless you ask me to.”

“Good thing I’m not asking,” you huffed and the both of you just stared at each other, waiting. 

You sat for a few more seconds and moved to turn around when he wrapped his arm around you tightly, pulling you close to him. God, he did smell good, you didn’t know what it was but you wanted to suffocate in it. You turned around in his grasp to face him, resting your forehead on his chest and letting out a sigh. 

You just let him hold you, feeling him mess with the hem of his pajama pants that you wore, “you’re not getting those back, just letting you know.”

He laughed quietly, “that’s fine.”

“I’m sorry, you know, about your wife,” you looked up at him.

Checo looked back at you, “I’m probably half to blame, I’m barely ever home, but I try my best.”

“You definitely can’t blame yourself, so stop with that,” you grumbled and rested your head back on his chest. The sexual tension still lingered even though you had tried to change the topic, it was quiet again. 

In the silence, you wondered if your dad would be more unhappy that you had gone out with Toto earlier that day or that you were currently laying in Checo’s arms. Your thoughts were interrupted by his voice mumbling your name, you looked up, and before you could think his lips were on yours. Jeez, you were 2 for 2 today, Monaco treated you well. After a few minutes of passionately kissing, you pulled away, trying to catch your breath as you sat up, your heavy breathing slowly transforming into laughter.

Checo sat up as well when you started laughing, he looked concerned, “what, did I do something?”

“what the fuck is going on,” you were almost in disbelief, and he just stared at you.

“We can talk about that later, don’t you think?”

You kept laughing, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him back in for another kiss, him practically on top of you as you laid back down. You let your hand trail down to the hem of his shirt, you could feel his muscles tense through the fabric before you pulled it up. He pulled away and sat back, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head while you watched, he had a smirk on his face.

“Still not looking?” His accent was stronger than normal and you were so turned on, it wasn’t even questionable.

“Would you shut up,” you looked away and he got back on top of you, leaning down to kiss your neck. Right as you felt a moan escape your lips you heard the door open, you immediately tensed up and shut your mouth. You went to sit up, but Checo held you down as he looked over his shoulder.

“Holy shit, Audrey I thought you were joking,” you heard a dutch accent, max.

Checo opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off, sitting up, “Get the fuck out, now.” Audrey’s eyes widened and grabbed the door, shutting it and you fell back down, looking up at him.

“Dios, te deseo tanto (god, i want you so bad),” he exhaled before you pulled him back in for another kiss.

After a few seconds, he pulled away, drawing a whine of protest from your lips, but soon was replaced with a moan as he moved to kiss your neck. You felt his hand dip under your shirt and the moment his hand grasped your breast your phone began to ring. 

You planned on ignoring it, but Checo looked over and read the caller ID, “It’s your mother.”

You pushed him off immediately, grabbing your phone, you took a deep breath before answering the phone, “Hi mom.” You gave her a smile as checo laid next to you, he scooted over when he realized he was obviously close.

“Hey sweetie, how was your night out?” She looked at you with a questioning glance.

“It was great, we had a lot of fun,” you nodded and she smiled.

“Good to hear, what are you doing now?”

You resisted the urge to look at Checo, “just scrolling through Instagram before going to bed.”

“That makes sense, Checo still staying there?”

You nodded, “yeah, I think he’s upstairs with Lewis right now though.”

“Ah, okay. Well, I’ll let you go, keep me updated with the drama.”

“I will. Love you, bye.” You smiled and hung up, looking over at him. He was already staring at you, you held your phone in your hand, feeling it buzz. 

You looked down to see Toto’s name pop up, immediately clearing the notification before checo could see it, “we should probably sleep.”

“Probably,” he mumbled, scooting back to be close to you.

You pulled the covers back up, cuddling up to him as he pressed kisses to your forehead. “You’re going home tomorrow,” you whispered, looking up at him.

“Probably smart,” he hummed and kissed you, you could tell he wanted to continue as did you, but clearly the two of you had some time to think it over. You wanted Toto more, you thought before pulling away from his kiss and drifting off to sleep.

The next morning you woke up cold, when you realized he was gone you opened your eyes. The shirt he fell asleep in crumpled up on the pillow, you reached up to grab it before sitting up. Looking around the room you noticed his bag was gone as well, you looked back down at the shirt. Slipping off the shirt you slept in, you threw his on. It was an old white shirt with a decal and spanish words you didn’t understand, it smelled like him. Before you got up Audrey walked in, handing you a plate with pancakes on it and sitting down next to you.

“I already know what you’re going to say and I don’t want to hear it.”

She had a grin on her face, “wasn’t it just yesterday we had that whole conversation about making bad decisions when it came to men.”

“Shut up, and we didn’t even end up having sex,” you huffed before eating your pancakes.

“Oh, let me guess, you did that thing where when you have 2 seconds to actually think about the situation you realize it’s a bad idea and then you stop.”

“Well yeah, and my mom called me like 4 minutes after you two just decided to barge in.”

She gave you a smile, trying to look apologetic but you knew she wasn’t sorry.

You spent the next few days texting Toto consistently and when you weren’t texting him you were thinking about him. That Thursday, in your extremely hungover state from the crazy night before, he invited you over so he could take care of you since by now he realized you wouldn’t do yourself. You sat next to him on the couch, your legs taking up most of the space even though you had them bent. You rested your head on his shoulder, he was watching some random show that you couldn’t care less about. You took a sip from your glass of water that he got you to take your Advil with. 

He glanced over at you, “are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah, the tv is a little loud though,” you looked at him, smiling as you messed with the blanket that covered you both.

He took care of you almost all day, making you dinner once again, and it was good of course. You ate almost eagerly, but you did your best to control yourself, this was only the second time the two of you had hung out, he didn’t know you were an animal when it came to food yet and he didn’t need to.

“How about you stay here tonight this time?” Toto spoke, looking across the table at you.

You stopped eating, looking up at him, “hmm..”

“You can take a warm shower, and I’ll take care of you.”

“I don’t have any of my stuff,” you pointed out.

“You can use my stuff.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why?” He almost immediately asked, “I want a real reason.” 

“Well what if someone saw me walk in?”

“You said no one saw you when you came in.”

“Oh yeah..” You sighed and he looked at you.

In all honesty, you were scared. Scared your father will find out, scared you’d immediately fall in love and get your hopes up, scared you’d never want to leave.

He stared at you, waiting for an answer, “I’ll stay, but make me leave tomorrow or I might stay forever.”

“I make no promises,” he smiled briefly and went back to eating, you smiled to yourself and did the same.

You skipped on the shower since you had one that morning, plus you wanted as much time in bed with him as possible. The both of you stood in his closet, he was looking for a shirt for you to sleep in while you looked around at his clothes.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many white Mercedes button ups,” you laughed and he turned to look over at you, laughing.

“Well I kinda need them.”

“True, I always thought you were hot in the black jacket so I’m secretly hoping we have an abundance of cold or rainy races.” You pointed out.

He raised an eyebrow, “oh really?”

“Mhmm,” you looked at him as he stared back at you. “You’re really handsome you know.” You turned around to look at the watches in his watch box, hearing his footsteps behind you. You tensed up in anticipation as he got closer, he gently touched your shoulder as he moved your hair out of the way. 

Wrapping his arms around you, you almost immediately relaxed, “I’m very glad you think so.”

“Me too,” you whispered in response, smiling and breathing him in. 

His scent was hard to describe, it made you feel like you were wrapped up in a soft blanket. It had masculine undertones but it was almost like fabric softener with a hint of pine. ‘Whatever it was, it was like heaven,’ you thought to yourself, letting your head fall back onto his chest. You took the moment in as long as you could before he lifted you up and put you on the small island in the middle of his closet. Now eye to eye, you stared at him and he stared back, a small smile on his face. He stood there for a moment before going back to looking at his shirts, you watched as he lifted up a light grey one and walked back over to you. He slipped out the hanger and set it down on the marble next to your thigh. You watched him quietly, raising an eyebrow as he grabbed the hem of the shirt you wore.

“What do you think you’re doing mister?”

“Changing you into pajamas,” he had a mischievous look on his face as he spoke.

You crossed your arms, “oh, i see what you’re doing.”

“Well you don’t feel well, so I’m just trying to help you.”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” you grabbed him by his nice dress shirt, pulling him closer so his torso was pressed up against the island and he stood in between your legs. You looked him in the eyes before beginning to unbutton his shirt.

“What are you doing?” He almost laughed as you took your time with each button.

“Well I might as well help you too, don’t you think?”

“I guess so, it is only fair,” he nodded in agreement.

When you finished unbuttoning his shirt he pulled it off and you couldn’t help grin a little bit to yourself. People could call him an old man as much as they wanted but he was almost just as fit as your younger peers, well some of them.

“I stand by my previous statement, you’re hot.”

“Thought you said I was handsome?”

“You can be both,” you laughed, reaching out to mess up his hair.

He smiled and moved to grab the hem of your shirt again before looking up at you, you gave him a slight nod and he moved to pull it over your head. He looked at you like you were a goddess, you smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. The second your lips met his you could feel his hands on your bare skin, moving to your back so he could unclasp your bra. 

You pulled away, grabbing his arms, “you know I feel different with you.”

He looked down at your bra he didn’t get to unclasp with defeat before looking back up at you, “do you? How so?”

You laughed softly at the look of defeat in his eyes as he moved his hands down to rub your thighs as you spoke, “I want to date you like how people used to date, I want to fall in love with you Toto, like crazily in love with you.”

“I feel the same,” he nodded in agreement.

You ran your fingers through his hair, “and I want to wait, for you know, the big stuff, for when we love each other if that’s okay.”

“I want whatever you want schatzi,” Toto smiled back at you.

“Even if that means you have to wait to unclip my bra?”

“Of course,” he smiled and leaned in to give you a soft kiss. When you pulled away you threw the shirt he had just taken off you over his head so you could undo your bra and throw on the shirt he gave you. 

The second he knew the shirt was on he took your shirt off of his head, looking at you, “schön (beautiful).” 

He smiled and lifted you up, carrying you into his room and laying you down on the bed before moving to the other side. He undid his jeans and slipped them off, leaving them on the floor for tomorrow and getting in bed next to you. As he slipped his arms around your waist and you basked in the secure feeling you wondered if this could truly be it for you.

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Lycan 5 (HS)

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is forced to return to the town where she was born for extraordinary reasons. Her father is extremely sick and on the verge of passing away. Alsfield has changed and is far from what she remembers and even though she lived in town until her high school graduation she barely recognizes it. The town hides a big secret from a few individuals that live in it including Y/N. The man who maintains the town's secret and protects it is no other than Harry Styles. Things take a sudden twist when they meet. Numerous things will impede Y/N from returning to San Francisco to her somewhat ordinary life, will she be able to abandon the town that she had successfully escaped the first time? What is the big secret that the townspeople are hiding, and what is Y/N's role in it? Who is Harry? Where does he come from? Had she met him before? And what does he want from her?

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Author's note: Here is a little update on my life. Mentally. I've been struggling with the death of my father and his absence in my life. In February, I'll be going into clinical rotation, and I find it very unfair that he won't get to see me achieve my goals. We've been studying cancer in class, and I always get this knot in my throat that has forced me to hide in the bathroom and cry my eyes out for the rest of the period. Surely, it has been almost FOUR years since his departure, but I miss him terribly, but my mom says it's all right and I can grieve for however long I want to.If you have lost someone in your life. I just want to say that I am very sorry and that I understand what you're going through and that you are not alone. 

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She feared her father ever since she was a little girl. He was a scary man. Everything from the tone of his voice or the way that his face would contort when he was angry. Y/N had never been able to relate to the memories that most people had of their fathers. He frightened her to the core.

He sat up straight with his back resting against the headboard of the hospital. He looked just like the day she had left. His hair was long and still looked very scruffy. She was surprised to see him, so healthy. She had expected to find him attached to all different types of machines and probably on a ventilator, but he wasn’t. He looked very healthy to her.

”Who called you” were the first words out of his mouth. She could sense the contempt in his voice. She closed the door behind her and walked toward the feet of his bed.

"Your sister” She distastefully said as she took her coat off and purse and placed them on the chair for visitors. Her aunt wasn't the best person to hear from. Y/N had begged her aunt for years to allowed her to move in with her and her family. She never cared to see her crying or frantically running around in town trying to meet the demands of her father. “Said you were dying”.

“That’s why you are here? Because I am dying?” He laughed heartlessly, “let me just safe you some time. You aren’t mentioned in my will. You’ll get nothing. Goodbye”.

“I don’t want anything” Y/N crossed her arms across her chest and took a few more steps away from him. She felt like yelling. She felt like crying. His comment had made her blood boil. She looked out the window and noticed the same woods that had scared her the night before. They suddenly didn’t seem like a bad place to escape to.  “There is not much to give either” She giggled, referring to the large amounts of money that her father had wasted away in booze.

Y/N’s father no longer worked. He had been laid off after he had been caught very drunk during office hours. When Y/N’s mom had passed away, she had left a sum of money designated only with the purpose of helping to educated their daughter. Money that her father had used to get drunk.

“What? You now think you are better than us because you studied in some big, fancy college and live outside of town?” Robert laughed, “You are still the same useless and good for nothing girl that left this town. I am surprised that you haven’t been laid off. I thought you were here for money”.

“You think I want to be here?” Y/N asked him as she looked outside, purposely standing the farthest away from her father. Just in case, he decided to run up to her.

“You think I want to have you here?” He asked back. She was used to it. Y/N was accustomed to being put down by her father. She was used to his derogatory comments and wasn’t surprised.

“You think I want to drop everything that I have built for myself just to come see you?” She spat as her eyes finally met with his. “You have managed to pushed away anyone that has ever cared for you. I am the last person that you have left, and I hate it” Y/N cried, “I just thought that you didn’t want to die alone. But I guess you do”

Y/N grabbed her coat and yanked it on without saying a single word to Robert. It was obviously a big mistake to come see him. She regretted ever getting on the bus and picking up the phone that day. She grabbed her pursed and just as she was about to turn to leave. She noticed a man standing in the woods, staring up at her. She couldn’t tell who he was or recognized him because of the distance.

“Yeah. Go! Run away! That’s the only good thing you are good at! Just make sure this time to stay away!” He yelled as she shut the door behind him.

“Goodbye” She said to Robert and left the room without turning back once. However, she always had a slight amount of hope that her father would stop her from leaving and would apologize. Y/N sat down in the waiting room. She didn’t have the heart to leave him. She wasn’t him. But even though, Y/N could tell that he was watching her, she wasn’t fearful.

Y/N could see from the corner of her eye the nurses whispering and stealing glances. She could tell that they were speaking about her.  She settled down on the most comfortable and convenient chair in the room. She pulled her laptop out and indulged herself in work. Y/N waited outside for the majority of the day, and she would also get periodically updated by the doctors

She left the hospital around five in the afternoon. Y/N was starving and even though the coffees from the cafeteria were decent, she felt like she hadn’t eaten in days. She threw her bag in the car, and waited a bit to digest her emotions before getting on the road.

“Long day?” A raspy and manly voice startled her.

“You could say that” It was Harry walking towards her with a big toothy smile. He was wearing the same outfit as in the morning, but had changed into construction boots and his clothes were now dirty, “What are you doing here?” She asked him. She crossed her arms and took a step away from him. She was intimidated by his heavy and intense stare.  Y/N found him incredibly attractive. He was definitely out of her league, yet she couldn’t shake off the feeling of wanting to be close to him.

“The hospital is getting a new wing, and we were just looking over some constructions blueprints” He explained, he had been solving problems all day long. Harry was exhausted and couldn’t wait for the end. “How is Robert?”

“Fine” Y/N dryly responded, Harry could tell that his question had bothered her.

“Where are you heading now?”

“I was planning on having dinner with the Brown’s, but I guess it’s too early” She looked down at her phone. It was five-fifteen, which only meant that Mrs. Brown’s shift still haven’t ended.

“Wonderful. That’s means you have some time to kill. Let’s go get some coffee and a walk” He leaned off the car and started to walk towards his car.

“What?” She laughed lightly, “We don’t even know each other that well! I am not getting in a car with you!”

“But I am the mayor of the town. How bad can I be? People elected me” He pointed out with his lips slightly curved upwards as he walked back to her.

“So?” She crossed her arms, “You aren’t my mayor” Harry laughed and very intrigued where the conversation was heading.

“Ouch. That one hurt” He pressed his hand to his heart and winced dramatically. Y/N laughed and rolled her eyes at him. “Come on! I promise you won’t regret it”. He stretched out his hand out for her to take. 

She looked at him and then back to his stretched out hand. Every fiber in her, screamed to her to get back into her car. She didn't know anything about him! They had met less than twenty-four hours ago. He could be a creep. However, Y/N always played by the book. She never did anything outside of her comfort zone. 

Y/N always did what was right. 

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