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A Web Of Lies | J. Seresin

warnings: past physical abuse, past domestic violence-> old traditional views of how women are supposed to be,victim blaming—self victim blaming, hurt/comfort, protective jake seresin, mentions of throwing up and being on your period, oc death-> mentions of alcohol abuse and car accident

summary:“Y/n sometimes it best if women are seen and not heard,sometimes its best if you just take the hits and don’t react”. Mama tells you while holding an icepack to her swollen eye.

AN: do i need therapy or do i need keep writing oc’s with childhood trauma?

ocs: Betty L/n, Harry L/n, Darren

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THIS STORY IS ABOUT DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND GENERATIONAL TRAUMA AND MISOGYNISTIC SOCIETIAL VIEWS SO PLEASE BE CAREFUL

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Women are seen not heard.

It’s a phrase you learned as a little girl, it’s an assumption youv’e lived by for awhile, taking it in consideration when saw your dad first hit your mom, when Darren first slapped you. Its always the women fault— it can never be the man fault.

You didn’t learn this lesson until your eight years old, when your father facade cripples quickly. Before this happened he was sweet to you, always calling you his princess, having tea parties with you—throwing you over his shoulder.

His laughter was loud and clear , just like yours until it isn’t. Your dad is everything a man is supposed to be until he isn’t. The loudness that once meant happiness turns into—loud agressive shouting, when it’s him and mama alone together.

Well they think their alone together. Your wandering down the staircase to see were he went as he promised to read you the cinderella story again—like he did most nights, reading to you until your snores filled the room.

They’re fighting again which isn’t surprising to say the least. Your parents always argued whether it was in hushed tones or it was so loud that your neighbors next door would come over and make sure everything was fine.

“Betty it wouldn’t be like this if you just made me happy!”,his voice booms, bouncing off the walls. He doesn’t look like he usually does, his hair was messy opposed to the gel back look he normally wore, his clothes has stains on it- something that was unheard of until tonight.

You swear mama not breathing after you watched daddy ball his fist up, striking her across the face. The cracking sound echoes throughout the living room, mama on the ground holding the right side of her face.

You go to open your mouth, worried for your mama. But before you can your nanny Louisa gently wraps her hand around your mouth. “Shh little one, lets get to bed–theres school remember”. Louisa picks you up and you lean your head on her shoulder, leaving your mama bleeding on the cold floor alone.

It makes mama stop arguing with daddy, his combat boots were heavy aganist the floor as he leaves through the front door— using all his strength to slame it.

In the morning you notice how quiet mama is, how red and swollen her face is. “Louisa taking you to school today Y/n” her voice is small and soft.

“Mama why did daddy hit you?”. She almost drops the kettle onto the ground, mama didn’t know you were there watching the vicious scene unfold.

Thats the day your mama infamous words get stuck in your head,“Sometimes mama makes daddy mad, sometimes women must be seen and not heard”.

It words that stay with Y/n for over an decade.

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Circa of 2002

Your in your junior year of college when the lesson your mom taught you is sitting in the back of your mind.

Just take the hit Y/n, it makes life easier.

Your relationship with Darren is so fresh, yet your already mimicking how your mom acts around your dad. Your already walking on eggshells with him, he already rolls his eyes when you forget to give him the answers to the psychologyhomework—it meant your walking on thin line of his frustration.

Sometimes you think you deserve the bruises that riddle your body, how many times have you forgotten to call him back, when he tells you to. Sometimes he’s annoyed with how much you move in your sleep, “I can’t sleep Y/n if you move so much”.

Your relationship with Darren was the true epitome of Opposite Attracts. Like today you got excited telling Darren about the release of the book Coraline. You remembered him reminding you to calm down, him telling you didn’t care about his day.

Or when your on your period and he insists that your fine, and how you had the tendency to overreact when it came to your pain. How he’s sighs when your own the ground cleaning up your throw up as the cramps had gotten worse. Telling you its 2AM in the morning and he’s desperately trying to sleep, and now he can’t.

The guilt eats away at you for days, now when you get your period you slept on the bathroom floor.

You don’t have friends anymore, as Darren had grown controlling of your social life. “Am I not enough for you, Y/n?”. Your friends grow tired of seeing you so bruised, they grow tired of trying to help someone who didn’t want the help. Its just you and Darren now–at least he didn’t grow tired of you.

It took ten years for you to leave, your about two years into your nursing job. Your a hypocrite, as you stood infront of a woman in a coma, her husband had beaten to her within an inch of her life and the only chance she had at living was a medical induced coma.

Here you were holding her hand telling her it wasn’t her fault. “Sometimes we believe we don’t deserve better and we believe there is no one out there who will ‘love’ us”. You sighed, lifting one hand to wipe away your tears.

You left him-leaving the state and finding a job all the way in Miramar, California—changing your cell number and email. A phone call from your mother makes you almost burst out laughing,“Y/n I’m so sorry for your loss sweetheart he was such a nice boy”. Darren drinking habit has gotten worse, he managed to flip his car over on its side. You didn’t feel like telling her about the break up - there was no use anway, as she’ll tell you to beg for his love again, like all the other times.

Present

You sitting across from Jake, staring at him waiting for him to tell you how much you suck at cooking. Waiting for him to pick up the dish and chuck it over your head—listening to him pop open another beer, the plate and flood sliding down the wall.

It doesnt come, its never going to.

Jake gives you a soft smile, and he reaches for your hand to hold it, as he eats.“God damn darlin, you put your entire foot in it”.

“Thank you Jake”, You push your chair back, moving to collect his dish. He softly grips your hand, stopping you from moving.

“Darlin I have legs—finish your food first”. He drops a kiss onto your head before walking to the kitchen. His southern drawl thicker than usual.

Darren did always say you were stubborn. You were standing infront of the sink washing all the dishes that had been used for dinner. Despite Jake telling you didn’t have to.

“Y/n is cleaning so hard for you?”.

“Is it so hard for my girlfriend to clean up after herself?”, your holding a cold beer to your swollen face.

“Darlin, no”. Jake wraps his arms around you not caring about your wet clothes. “Let me do it Y/n”. He gently pushes you into the kitchen chair.

Jake doing the dishes right now.

Something your dad wouldn’t dare do for your mom,“Betty I’m tired the least my wife can do is clean up for me”. Darren wouldn’t neither—“Goodnight Y/n, or I’m watching the game”, leaving you in the dark kitchen alone.

Jake Seresin isn’t them, Jake isn’t the man you’ve spent majority of your life scared of. It’s takes time for you believe that, it takes time for you to believe his words,“I will never lay a hand on you Y/n”.

It took some time but staring at him washing the dishes singing along with Beyoncé you start to believe him. You know for certain that Jacob Grant Seresin is not like them—he can’t be.

#top gun #top gun maverick #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader

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posionhaze · 21 days

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first part

❥ summary: having to work with an old flame doesn’t exactly go to plan, but it’s not bad

pairing: finnick odair x fem! victor reader

warnings: mentions of death | fluff | slight dark themes

genre: fluff | comfort

❥ words: 1.5k

notes: second part!! really enjoyed this :))

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Bay had died first. You weren’t surprised- he had ran right into the bloodbath at the cornucopia on the second day, he didn’t listen to what you and Finnick told him.

His death wasn’t a gruesome one, that you were thankful for.

You were sat on a couch, other mentors talking to sponsors or drinking some sort of alcohol- it was hard enough to train kids for this but to watch it happen all over again was horrible.

Flashbacks play through your mind, the cold lifeless bodies curled into themselves.

The purple color of your fingers, along with the chatter of your teeth.

You had heard whimpers and pleas from other tributes- even witnessing a slow and painful death right in front of your eyes.

An arrow right through the chest- that was, from what you knew, the only “violent kill” during your games.

The arrow didn’t hit anything vital somehow- you had watched that male tribute slowly die due to blood loss and hypothermia.

You couldn’t move- rather you didn’t move, too scared that it would be you in the snow slowly dying.

“You’ve been sitting there for the past ten minutes, what’s wrong doll?” You hear Finnick say, dipping the couch down as he sits next to you- a drink in his hand.

“It’s nothing..” You reply, tearing your eyes away from the TV and towards Finnick, shifting just a tiny bit away from him.

“Bullshit.” He says, his voice stern and annoyed- but not at you.

He could tell something was on your mind, but you wouldn’t share.

His blue eyes were boring into yours, like they always did- you knew he wasn’t going to leave you alone about it.

He could see how you were fidgeting, shifting a bit away.

“Talk to me, you don’t have to stare at the TV”

“I hate having to do this- to watch these kids kill” You say honestly, eyes flickering away from his and down to your fingers.

“I know.” He replies- his voice tender and soft, you had seen this side of him, but that was awhile ago.

He takes your hand once again, bringing it to his lips, and kisses it- he seems more gentle and caring than usual.

“It’ll be alright, I promise. There’s no need to worry yourself.”

You don’t pull your hand away like you had done the night prior.

This was a different Finnick- the Finnick you fell for.

The soft kisses and comforting words, that’s what you loved- longed for.

Maybe it was time to let him in? You didn’t have much to lose at this point.

“Do you still have nightmares?” He asks softly, his voice is gentle and comforting- his blue eyes are still locked on yours.

“About the Games- what happened in there.”

His voice is quiet, as if he’s afraid of disturbing you- but a small part of him needs to know.

You take a moment to answer, hesitant. “Sometimes, most nights I do” You answer, looking back towards the TV.

“What if when we get back to victor's village we start sleeping together again?” He asks softly, looking towards the TV too.

“Not in that way..just to be in each other's arms..”, He adds on, “When we would do that- I wouldn’t have any nightmares..”

You let out a small breath, looking away from the TV, a small smile on your face, “Sure Finnick”

Lana had been killed a few hours after, fighting the soon to be victor Wade Rankine from district 2.

You remember crawling back into Finnicks arms the night the Games were over. It was nice- it brought back that familiar comfort.

It had gone by like that, the next Hunger Games you and Finnick were actively talking, tittering the edge of being together again and just being “friendly” mentors.

“They both won” Finnick whispers out, sliding into bed next to you.

The tributes from 12 both won?

“Hm..someone’s going to be killed..” You mumble out, knowing Snow wouldn’t be happy with that outcome- someone had made a big mistake.

“Someone is,” He chuckles softly, “He’s not happy when things don’t go his way.”

He shifts his body closer to you, the bed squeaking as he does.

You can feel his hand on your side, then on your waist, and before you could pull away, your legs tangled with his.

You let out a soft sigh, wrapping your own arms around him. “Do you think they actually love each other?” You ask, referring to Katniss and Peeta.

"Honestly?" Finnick asks, his hand caressing your body, his body pressed against yours.

He pauses for a moment, pondering, "I think it’s an act- but who knows."

He pulls you a bit closer to him, his fingers playing with your hair, and your stomach clenching in the best way possible.

“Wonder what the 75th Hunger Games will be like..” You mumble out sleepily, slowly falling asleep.

"Who knows," is all he says, his arms slowly and gently tucking you under his own- wrapping his body around yours.

He pulls you close to him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, the faint smell of his body wash and cologne filling your nostrils.

"Sweet dreams, doll..."

You could hear your ears ringing, eyes wide as the realization was slowly dawning upon you.

You were going back into the Games.

“Why did you do that?! Why?” Finnick shouts as soon as you stepped onto the train.

When you had found out the 75th Games was going to be a Quarter Quell with previous victors, you had snapped.

Finnick spent hours calming you down, he didn’t want to go back, no one wanted to.

The day of the reaping you heard Mags name be called, you knew you couldn’t let her go back.

So you had volunteered, she would’ve slowed down Finnick- and you needed Finnick alive.

“I- I couldn’t let Mags go back Finnick..” You say, running a hand through your hair.

"That's not what I'm talking about and you know it." He responds, leaning up against the window, his jaw clenched.

"You didn't need to volunteer, Mags wasn't your responsibility."

He pauses for a moment, he couldn't continue his sentence- he couldn't think beyond how much he loved you.

"You could die…you could die Y/n"

You avert your eyes from him, not knowing what to say.

The silence was growing, neither one of you said anything- it was too tense.

Your silence was enough of an answer for him, there was nothing left to say.

He sighs and shakes his head, looking at his reflection in the window, “I can’t lose you Y/n”

Suddenly he grabs your shoulders, turning you to face him, his eyes look so desperate.

His eyes look at yours, “You can’t leave me- you can’t, promise me that.”

“Finnick I can’t promise you that..” You say softly, looking at him. “You know that..”

“You have to!” He replies, he’s not accepting the idea of you dying- he’s not going to let you.

His hands dig into your shoulders, he’s shaking slightly as he watches those words leave your lips.

“If you die I-“

He pauses, he couldn’t even say the words, the thought was too horrifying.

“Finnick..we have hope”, You say softly, trying to calm him down, “Katniss- who knows what’ll happen, okay?” You add on, reaching up to cup the side of his face.

It took a moment, but your words eventually sink in. “Hope, right,” He replies softly, you could see the fear finally start to fade from his eyes.

He places a soft kiss on your forehead, “Right, let’s just focus on surviving.”

“Thank you Finn..”

Surviving, you two could manage that.

“District 4 tributes..” Haymitch says, glancing at the TV as you appear volunteering for Mags with Finnick standing close by.

“Finnick Odair, right?”

“Yes. He won his Games at 14, youngest ever..extremely humble” Haymitch says, pacing around.

“You’re kidding..” Katniss says, raising her eyebrows.

“Yes! I’m kidding, he’s a peacock. A total preener..but he’s The Capitol darling, they love him here..”

“Charming..smart..and very skilled in combat, especially in water.”

“What about weaknesses?” Peeta asks, instantly perking up as you appear on screen again.

“One..” Haymitch starts to say before Peeta cuts him off.

“Y/n L/n..” Peeta mumbles out, Katniss gives him a weird look- one he’s oblivious to.

“Right..yes” Haymitch says, “She’s also skilled, stealthy, good with throwing knives and spears..”

“Survived her games by playing it smart, she’s lucky..” Haymitch adds on, shaking his head. “The Capitol also loves her..she’s their doll”

“She has the looks, personality..”

“The body..” Peeta finishes Haymitch’s sentence, which earns him a glare from Katniss.

“Right- she’s adored..” Haymitch says, rolling his eyes. “But there’s a new rumor of romance between her and Finnick- which of course the people love.”

“They would be very strong allies..or you could gain their trust then slowly break down their dollhouse- whatever little game they’re playing..” Haymitch says, finally stopping from pacing around.

“Either way- try not to get on their bad side.”

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❥ notes: hi guys!! I hope you enjoyed this second part, please let me know if you have any requests or suggestions! If anyone wants to be added to a taglist, I’m open to it :) 🫶

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parkersbliss · 2 years

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hii can i request five's 😭 ( just some back story ; shes one of the sudden birth kids but isnt one of the umbrellas. they knew each other for awhile, helped saving the world. her and five became a couple back in '63 and she died while fighting. )

five saw her when they got back but shes one of the sparrows now. she can read minds?? u can change or add her powers. she tries to read five's then saw them together hehe, her heart's got soften for him

One Minute | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x female!reader

wc; 1,295

warnings: blood, violence, the usual

requests: CLOSED

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“Who the hell are you assholes?”

Five was used to expecting the unexpected. His whole life it felt like there was never any set reason for anything. Things just happened, and he had learned to not question them.

But this?

He had some questions here.

“Yeah,” Another voice chimed in. “Dad, who are these people?”

Five’s siblings seem just as shocked as he was.

“They claim to be my spawn,” Reggie spoke.

Allison turns around with a confused expression. “Claim? Okay, Five, what the hell is going on?”

Five shrugs. “I don’t know yet, but it’s concerning.” He wasn’t even sure what Allison or Reginald had said. All he could see was you.

You and Ben stood side by side, arms crossed as you stared at the six intruders. One of them with long hair steps forward, trying to hug Ben, and he punches him across the face. The six intruders begin yelling at you and your siblings, and you just roll your eyes. Who the hell did they think they were? Walking into your home and claiming it was theirs. They were deranged, and you were going to figure out why. You look to Ben with a raised brow, and he nods at you.

You step forward, stretching your conscience forward, and into the mind of the man in the hat. As soon as you enter, it’s loud. Things are hitting you in every direction, and you try to push your way through. You try to sort through the chaos, but it’s a jumble of things. Drugs, alcohol, war, the 60s… is that a cult?

You retract after that, stumbling back and shaking your head. The six intruders were siblings, just like you with special abilities, and they were called the Umbrella Academy. And they had time traveled — twice. Marcus shouting brings you back to the issue at hand.

The big blond one tries to reason with your brother, but he punches him straight into the man with a hat. You roll your shoulders back, preparing for a fight when you catch the eyes of the youngest boy. The intensity of his gaze makes you shiver. It was like he was staring right through your soul. You glare at him, throwing up your middle finger before Ben takes care of him.

“Can you stop staring at my sister?” He scoffs, punching the boy in the face. “Pervert.”

You stand back and let the two brooding males fight each other off. You’re shocked by the boy's power. He was good, teleporting across the room and getting the last hit on Ben before he vanishes again. You shrug, walking upstairs only to find him again.

You tilt your head as he whispers something to his sister, and she runs off.

“Ben’s right,” You said. “This whole stare thing is weird.”

Five rolls his eyes, but his cheeks are dusted red out of embarrassment. “Whatever.”

You raise a brow at him. “Are you gonna hit me or?”

“What? No. Why would I—”

He’s cut off when you punch him across the jaw, and he falls to the floor. He clutches the area, offering you a pained look. But not physical pain, it’s emotional. He lays there, staring at you with the same look in your eyes. It's really starting to creep you out. He obviously knows something you don’t, and you were going to find out. You close your eyes and let your conscience fall into his. There’s one clear memory that stands out to you.

Five grabs the gun from the Handler, but not before a single shot rings out. He doesn’t notice at first because soon enough, she’s dead on the ground, and he thinks, ‘thank god.’

“Five!” Allison screams. The boy turns around at the mention of his name and his heart drops.

A girl was on the ground, blood pooling from her chest as she takes ragged breaths. Five drops to his knees next to her, placing her head in his lap, hands shaking.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Five whispered.

She blinks slowly. “Five?”

“I’m right here,” He assures.

“I don’t wanna die,” She said through a sob.

He pushes a piece of hair behind her ear, trying to stay strong. “No, don’t say that. You’re not gonna die.”

“Please, please, don’t let me die, Five,” The girl begged, squeezing her eyes shut.

Five places a hand on her cheek, trying to shake her awake. Tears fall from his eyes as he holds her. He was making promises he couldn’t keep. She was dying, and there was nothing he could do but try to comfort her. “Listen to me. You’re gonna be fine, (Y/N). I promise.”

Her lip trembles as dark spots cloud her vision. “I love you, Five.”

Something snaps inside of Five, and he taps her cheek lightly. “(Y/N),” Five said through a panic. “I love you too, (Y/N). Hey, hey, wake up!”

The girl's eyes stayed shut, and Five doubles over, sobbing. She remained limp in his arms, and even though Five knew she wasn’t going to make it, a part of him still hoped. But that hope was gone. She was dead in his arms.

Her bright eyes would never open again. He would never get to hear her say his name again.

She was gone.

And all it took was a minute.

“I—,” You breathe out, stumbling back. Five’s emotions were intense, similar to ocean waves crashing over you. You could feel his pain and the look he gave you made sense. It hadn’t even been a day.

Five gulps, standing back up.

You’re not sure what to say. You don’t even know where to start. How is it that you died? That this boy knew you when you had no recollection of him? You loved him, and yet you didn’t even know his name. Well, before invading his mind.

Five’s closer to you now. His eyes are searching yours for something you’re not sure you can give him.

“I’m not her,” You said softly. “I don’t know you.”

Five nods. “But I do.”

You scoff, stepping back. “So? We’re not the same person.”

“How do you know that?” Five presses, stepping forward.

He’s right. You don’t know for certain that you weren’t that girl. You had different memories, and different circumstances but are you not the same person? You had the same smile, the same crude humor, and love for your family.

He takes another step forward, his hand touching your arm. Your breath feels caught in your throat as you gaze into his eyes. They held so much love for someone he didn’t ‘know.’ There was so much adoration in them as they glossed over.

“You look just like her,” He whispered.

You blink, trying not to squirm under the intensity of his gaze. His evergreen eyes trace all the features of your face, and you feel small under it.

“I’m sorry,” You said. “But you have to go.”

“What?”

You back away from him, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards an exit. “You have to go, now.”

“(Y/N)—”

You hear Ben screaming your name, and you turn around to see one of his tentacles and turn back to Five. “Please, just go.”

You can see the hurt in the boy’s eyes, and you sigh. In one quick motion, you press a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll find you again, okay?”

Five’s eyes are wide, but then his face hardens with determination, and he disappears in a flash of blue just as Ben finds you.

“You okay, sis?”

You turn around, slamming the door. “Little shit jumped away.”

“Don’t worry,” Ben assures. “We’ll get them soon enough.”

You offer him a grin, but deep down, you know you weren’t going to let that happen.

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jxmis · 9 months

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Wish You Were Sober

Pairings: Rosé Park x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Roseanne Park have been best-friends for years now. Having finished wrapping up your show before blackpink's last performance at Coachella, you decide to show your support and fly out to LA and watch them. But maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Not after the events that had happened after the afterparty. Everything has changed. (sorry i suck at doing summaries)

Warning(s): angst

A/N: a lil inspiration by Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray. Soooo I'm having major pcd after seeing BP last saturday soo decided to write for my bias wrecker. I literally just thought and wrote of this a few hours ago. Same with the picture T_T. I also have been writing jennie, lisa, and chaewon fics. Posting whichever I get done first after this one! Enjoy! :)

Rosanne Park isn't usually one to party hard. She isn’t the usual person to get wasted either. It's rare for that to happen.

But as they wrapped up their final night headlining Coachella, a party was thrown for their successful two shows. Being the first k-pop act and girl group to headline, making history! Of course, she had to live it up.

However, one shot became two, three, and even taking a couple sips of margarita. Those who are close to Rosé know that she doesn't have a high tolerance when it comes to alcohol. She's a lightweight.

You being a lot more responsible and smart, only took a few sips of your alcoholic beverage. You handle your liquor pretty well.

You see Rosé's manager trying to talk some sense into her but it seems as Rosé is being stubborn. You sigh, you approach them. Jane looks at you with a pleading look, you nod and gesture for her to go. She silently thanks you, softly patting Rosé's cheek before leaving.

"C'mon, Chae, you've had too much to drink." You carefully and softly put hand behind her back. Rosé shakes her head in protest.

"Y/N/NNN!!! Nooooo 'm havin sooo much funn!" She slurs. She leans against your shoulder, resting her head on it. She looks at you a smile bright on her face, bringing the glass close to you. "Have some! It's sooo good!" You take the beverage away from her hand causing her to pout.

"We're leaving, Chae. You've had your fun. Time for you to rest." Despite her protest, you drag her out of the party. She eventually quits whining and resisting. She sulks instead. "You'll thank me in the morning for this." You offer her support which she gladly takes as she's walking. She's so drunk to the point that she can't even walk straight.

You thankfully arrive back to Rosé's place safely. You did your very best to cover up Chae from the horde of paparazzies as you leave the party. Your bodyguard and Rosé's, as well as her manager using flashlights to ruin their photos.

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You look after Rosé. Even when the aftereffects of drinking so much alcohol led her to throw up. You help sooth her by holding her hair and caressing her back. Letting her know you're there and not going anywhere. As soon as you saw her hand on her stomach and a grimace on her face, you knew. You’re quite thankful you were able to get her to her room and rush her into the bathroom.

"It's okay, Chae. I've got you," you say softly. A minute goes by after Rosé seem to have let it all out. You clean up her face and begin her night time routine. You've slept over a good amount of times to have memorized it all. You help her brush her teeth and awkwardly had to help her change into pajamas. It wasn't easy doing that second part with your eyes close. But to your surprise, she was very compliant.

You are so focus on helping her, making sure she's okay that you didn't notice how quiet she's been. "Hey.. you okay?" You say as she settles on her bed. That's when it hit Rosé. Tears starts to pour down her eyes. You panic. You forgot how emotional she gets after everything when she gets drunk. It's been awhile since you've done this. You quickly sit next to her. "What wrong? Don't cry, Chae. It's okay! You're safe."

She sits up and clings onto you. You wrap your arms around her, rubbing her back. First, she repeatedly apologizes. "Thank you for always being there for me and taking care of me, Y/N/N." She says in a hush tone still clinging tightly onto you.

Even though she can't see you, you smile. "Don't apologize, you did nothing wrong. You were just having fun and you deserve to have fun. You know I'll always be here when you're in need." You pull away, bringing your hands on her cheeks, wiping her tears away. "Even if it's having to watch you throw up and clean you up after." You both laugh at that. You smile triumphally at your success on making her laugh.

You move a strand of hair out of her face. Wiping the tears that still remain on her cheeks. Meanwhile, Rosé's eyes remain on you. You notice. The mood suddenly changes in the room. The way Rosé is looking at you... it's different than usual. Maybe you've seen it once in a while whenever you two hung out before. But you always thought you were being delusional. A look that holds so much feelings, unspoken ones.

You see her mouth move but nothing comes out. She closes it and suddenly you see her eyes move to your lips. It catches you off guard. Trying to take it all in, you then feel her lips touching yours. It takes you a minute to process everything. Coming to your senses, you quickly pull away. Rosé opens her eyes. She can see the shock and confusion on your face.

"Chae... what are you.. what are you doing?"

She swallows the lump on her throat. What is she doing? It felt right though. "I- I don't- I don't know." Rosé manages to stutter out, trying to keep her tears at bay. "I just- I thought- Oh god, I'm so sorry." She covers her mouth, surprise with her actions as well.

You get up from her bed and run your hands through your hair. A million thoughts going through your head. Rosé watches you just standing there, stressed out. Now, she's really full on crying. What had she done? She ruined everything. You let out a deep sigh, "Its okay.. it's okay, you're drunk. Under the influence. It was the alcohol in you. Just- Just get some rest, Chae." You hesitantly approach her and kiss her head. "Good night."

"I like you!" Rosé calls out as you're heading towards the door. You freeze. "I like you so much, Y/N. For so long now. The alcohol coursing through my veins just gave me the courage to finally do something about it. So, please stay." She begs.

Silence fills the room after Rosé's confession. There's no way all this time, Roseanne Park, your best-friend has had a crush on you. You sure would've notice if she did... right? She'd never showed any signs that she had romantic feelings for you. You know her like the back of your hand! This is all because she's under the influence. That's all. She's just saying crazy things.

Without looking back, You bow your head down. "That's real sweet, but I wish you were sober," you whisper out. With that, you leave the sobbing blonde's room, silently hoping she heard you. Maybe even remember all of this in the morning. You doubt it.

"But I really do," Rosé says softly, the tone of her voice so sincere... fragile.

#rosé park x reader #park chaeyoung x reader #blackpink #blackpink rose #roseanne park #blackpink roseanne #rose park #park chaeyoung #blackpink fic #rose blackpink

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mrs-mayor-hancock · 4 months

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Delivery

Mayor Hancock x Reader lemon

A/N - little Drabble I thought of where the reader comes to Goodneighbor to bring Hancock some chems.

Requests are open!

Warnings: drug and alcohol use, smut

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You sighed contently as you close the gate behind you. Goodneighbor was your favorite place in the Commonwealth. You loved to explore the Commonwealth, but Goodneighbor had always felt like home to you since Hancock had taken over.

Daisy gave you a quick smile as you walked past to the Old State House. You opened the door and asked a guard if Hancock was in. He nodded, pointing you upstairs to his office.

As per usual, Hancock stood there leaning against the wall thinking. His face lit up once he saw you with a chem cooler. “Y/n!! I haven’t seen you in awhile, how’s the traveling been?” You shrugged, “it’s been alright, raiders have been more prominent than usual, so I’m going to stay in town for awhile. I managed to swipe some chems from one of their camps a couple days ago and figured it would serve as my board.”

He smiled as he walked up to you, taking the cooler. Opening it, his smile got bigger, “what do we have here? Ultra jet, day tripper, and my personal favorite, mentats. My love, you spoil me rotten.” You blushed, “I’m heading to the third rail, wanna come with me?” “I’d be delighted.”

Music filled your ears as you and Hancock walked down the stairs to the bar. Charlie greeted you both and placed down a good bottle of whiskey that he saved for “special occasions.”

Half a bottle later, you and Hancock were feeling good as you walked back into the old state house. “Everyone out, take the night off!” Hancock called. One by one, his guards filed out. Hancock lead you to his office and locked the doors behind him.

“I don’t know about you, but I need a hit of something” he said while rummaging through the cooler. He took out several inhalers of ultra jet and offered you some to which you gratefully took them.

The world was in slow motion as you took it. You sat down on Hancock’s bed. He sat down next to you, looking at you with his piercing black eyes. He slowly leaned in, kissing you softly. “You ok with this?” He asked. You barely registered what he was saying as you nodded.

His hands carefully started to remove your clothing as he kept placing gentle kisses on your neck. Your body felt like it was on fire as he touched you. He gently laid you on your back and sat there for a second admiring your body. He kissed your neck again, this time moving down lower and lower until he reached your pussy.

Softly, his tongue entered your folds, the pleasure you felt was indescribable. His tongue circled your clit for a bit before he started sucking on it. You gasped and grabbed onto his hand which was resting on your lower abdomen. With his free hand, he slid in two of his fingers, curling them upwards. As he sucked on your clit he moved his fingers, working that spot that made your toes curl. You felt the coil tightening more than you had ever felt it. He sucked ever so slightly harder which made it snap, you came hard in his mouth and on his fingers, but that didn’t stop him. He kept going, working his fingers a bit harder, you tried to move away but in your drug-induced state, you couldn’t do much. He moaned at your struggle, the vibration sent you higher than ever as you squirted all over his face and chest.

Sitting up, he chuckled to himself as you tried to recover. He stripped off his clothes and leaned down to kiss you. He looked you in the eyes with a questioning look. You nodded and with ease, he slid his cock inside you slowly. He was long and had a good amount of girth, the stretch was welcoming to the overwhelming pleasure you felt.

He rested his hands on either side of your shoulders as he gently started to fuck you. The ultra jet had heightened your senses. You could feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out, you could hear him praising you but your brain couldn’t comprehend his words. He kept his pace semi-slow as your felt yourself getting close again. Wrapping your legs around him, he went faster, pushing in balls deep. You cried out in pleasure as he went harder. It wasn’t long before you were cumming on his cock. He groaned as he buried himself in you, filling you up.

You both came down from your high, panting. Hancock slowly pulled out and went to grab a damp cloth, carefully cleaning you up. He grabbed an extra blanket, laying down, he tucked you into his side. He kissed your forehead as both you drifted off into a blissful sleep.

#fallout 4 #mayor hancock #hancock x reader #lemon

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thekittytat · 2 years

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Animal

One Shot Smut

Dom!Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

No but this smile makes me WEAK and this is how he looks at you in this story⬇️

Summary: You’ve been increasingly angsty lately, so you go in search of something to help you escape. Turns out the overly dramatic metal head from your school sells stronger substances than you could normally get your hands on. But you better be sure you bring enough cash, or you might have to pay him some other way…Yes, exactly like one of those sleazy 80’s porn flicks.

Warnings: Much Smut 18+ Dom DrugDealer!Eddie x Fem Reader. Mentions of hard drugs, narcotics, alcohol, public sex, cheating, shy reader, secret slutty reader, popular reader, vulgar language, pet names, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, breeding if you squint (it’s v animalistic) Porn w very little plot.

Song Inspiration: Animal (Fuck Like a Beast) by W.A.S.P.

“I do whatever I want to, to ya

I'll nail your ass to the sheets

A pelvic thrust and the sweat starts to sting ya

I fuck like a beast”

Word Count: 3.1k

Fuck. Everyone had been getting on your goddamn nerves more than usual lately. Your prim and proper parents were harassing you about the one B you received in science, scolding you for being 'provocative’ by wearing too much makeup (it was light blush and mascara), and by daring to wind down with your friends once in awhile. Granted, they had no idea who your real friends were as they would blow a gasket if they knew how you spent many of your weekends under the overpass smoking cigarettes and weed with some of the local dirtbag kids and the hopeless junkies in your town who go there to get high.

Even your white bread, conventional boyfriend had been getting onto you about your pent up rage and choosing to partake in foreign substances to release it. He would drink with you at parties, but he was always the one who made you stop when you were starting to really have fun. ‘Just loosen up once in awhile, Jake. Jesus Christ,’ you would find yourself thinking bitterly. You couldn't take it anymore. Sure, your guilty pleasures aren’t exactly healthy, but you’ve been forced to conform to the monotonous life of your family and peers for so long that you were aching for something to help you escape.

You had heard of this guy in your school who sells more than weed and decided to hit him up for some uppers to try and channel that high into focusing on studying for the midterm. Your friend told you how to contact him, and before the day was up, you had discreetly dropped a note into his locker telling him your desires and the locker to which he could send the response. Your heart leapt when after your very next class, there was already a note in your locker signed by ‘E. M.’ and scribbled with instructions to meet him in the back of the library after school.

E. M. Eddie Munson. The kid who often caused a scene in the cafeteria or classes with his ruckus outbursts and theatrical lectures about one issue or another? Figures. He was intimidating with his dramatic personality and his overall appearance, but that sent flutters to your lower stomach as you thought about meeting with him face to face—alone. So you spent your last period of the day fidgeting nervously and not paying any attention to the lesson. When the bell finally rang, you headed for the bathroom to freshen yourself up while you waited for the hallways to clear a bit before you made your way down to the library.

It was pretty deserted by the time you arrived, with only a couple students at the front few tables looking through refrence books for whatever projects they had. The librarian was always occupied at the front organizing returned books or in her office, so the back aisle of the library had become the designated spot for drug deals and make out sessions. You tried to make yourself as small and quiet as possible as you slipped in through the library door and made your way down the side wall towards the back. No one paid you any mind so you were in the clear. As you rounded the corner to the back, your stomach flipped at the sight of Eddie leaning against the back book shelf and casually doing tricks with his switchblade.

He gave you a quick nod of welcome and flashed you with a knee buckling smile when he noticed you approaching. God, he looked good. His ripped black jeans sagged just a bit around his hips, despite the belt around them. You reckoned it was only there for show as he had hooked a decorative assortment of chains onto the metal rings on the belt, with little handcuffs serving as the clips. His dark mane of hair hung wildly around his shoulders in a very Eddie Van Halen way. Hah, funny coincidence. And, oh shit, was that a Mötley Crüe tee? They were pretty infamous in the rock and metal scene for being chaotic menaces always at the center of controversy.

As you got closer you noticed he had a few tattoos on his arms. Who the fuck would tattoo a teenager in this small town? You knew he was in a band, and he really embodied the rock star persona, from his look, to his mannerisms and attitude. Your heart raced being in his presence just by how chill he seemed, and you tried your best to match his laid back demeanor. You stopped in front of him, fiddling with the hem on the long sleeves of your sweater nervously as you raised your head to peer into his dark brown eyes. His gaze was captivating and rendered you speechless as he looked you up and down.

“So, what can I help you with, sweetheart?” Eddie grinned down at you in amusement. Sweetheart? Shit.

“I uh…I’m just looking for something maybe…to help, I don't know…” you trailed off as you glanced around anxiously looking for the words. “Something…like, an upper…or something?”

He seemed entertained by your shyness with the way he was eyeing you. You blinked back up at him to gauge his reaction and he was merely taking in your appearance with a smug expression on his face, the lines bordering his mouth etched deeply around his smile.

“What, like H?” he teased with a wide smirk. You gasped at him incredulously as you hugged your torso. As if you can be mistaken for some junkie? What about your pleated white skirt, your cashmere sweater and the white gold chain around your neck screamed ‘heroin?'

“No! Of course not! Not that strong! Just, maybe…something, stimulating?” you whispered urgently. He gave you a humorous chuckle at your exasperated reaction before looking up above you in faux contemplation.

“Alright, mama. I think I got what you need,” Eddie said when he looked back down into your eyes. He pushed himself off the bookshelf and turned around to where he had stored his metal lunchbox between some books. He reached in and pulled out a small Ziploc bag of round, white pills. “It’s uh, not quite smack, but it will make an impression.”

“W-What is it?” you asked timidly. You looked from the bag to Eddie, shifting your feet nervously. He raised his brows and looked at the pills in his hand before readjusting his stance.

“Well, that is your good ole’ government sanctioned amphetamine used to treat ADHD,” he grinned. “But a hit of this will have you hyper focused on whatever you need. Just go easy with it, though. Otherwise you’ll be up all night scrubbing your bathroom tile with a toothbrush.”

You smiled back at him sweetly, still holding your arms close to yourself as you get lost in his sparkling brown eyes. But you noticed that his eyes were tracing the shape of your pretty lips before stealing glances down at your chest. Your sweater fit tightly around your body, highlighting your generously endowed breasts; and if you were showing any cleavage, he probably wouldn’t be able to look anywhere else. You watched his gaze as you brought your arms up higher to cross them over your chest to conceal yourself more, but you were probably only making his mind race more.

“So…um, how much is it?” you asked quietly.

“The tabs? Uhhh,” Eddie was torn from his train of thought with your words and he shifted his footing to think of a price. He stepped back to eye your body up and down and you looked around in embarrassment as you waited for his response. “Hmm, you’re pretty small so I’m gonna recommend no more than 5mg. So that’ll be, let’s see…call it $25 for the bag. Should last you awhile.”

Damn, you never pay more than like $10 at a time for your weed, but of course this would be more expensive than pot. So stupid. Well you couldn’t back out now, since it was already Friday and the midterm was on Monday.

“Fuck…um, I didn’t bring that much…but, I really need this,” you said desperately, biting your lip nervously as you avoid making eye contact with Eddie. “Would…do you think…that maybe I could pay you…some other way?

You shut your eyes in embarrassment for a moment before timidly raising your eyes to meet his. He was standing there leaning against the bookcase with crossed arms, looking down at you with the the most cocky expression on his face. Fuck. What was this? Some cheesy porno movie where the ditzy housewife orders a pizza but doesn’t ‘have enough to pay him?’ He probably thinks you’re just another slutty cokehead who gives it up to any drug dealer. Eddie’s eyes trailed down to where you were biting your lip in anticipation of his answer and it makes him have to shift his legs.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” he said softly as his eyes narrowed at you. Shit. That’s right. You mentally kicked yourself for not thinking this through.

“Yeah, but…well, he’s so…soft,” you blushed as your secret thoughts formed into words. “He never wants to try anything exciting, and I’m…bored. I want to break up with him, but he just gets so jealous…”

You hung your head in humiliation at just confessing your disinterest in your boyfriend in front of a practical stranger. Eddie looked past your shoulder with narrowed eyes and a quizzical expression for only a second before he nodded like he just came to some mental conclusion, and the corner of his mouth tilted in a wicked grin. He stepped towards you and boxed you in against the opposite bookshelf, his one hand leaning against the panel of the bookcase with the other reaching his heavily ringed fingers to peel one of your long strands of hair off the front of your shoulder and discarded it on the ground. You licked your lips in a seductive manner as you shyly maintained eye contact. He smelled so fucking good with his cologne mixed with cigarette smoke and whatever heavenly shampoo he used. You could feel your panties just drenching in your arousal as he leaned in close to your ear, lips just barely ghosting over your skin and his long curls tickling your neck.

“Well, I can fight,” he growled darkly, and with one swift movement he had turned you around to face the book shelf and swiftly flipped up your skirt to expose your panties. You gasped in surprise and mock protested his actions at first, but the warmth you felt spreading between your legs at his aggressive handling was very telling. Your hands were supporting your weight on the shelf in front of you, and the books were separated just enough so that you could peek in between them to guard that the coast was clear. As soon as Eddie had spun you around, he made quick work of his belt and zipper, and was now pushing the lace hem of your panties down your thighs and kicking your feet apart slightly so he could position himself between your legs..

You tucked your bottom lip under your teeth in excitement, your wetness practically dripping down your legs as you waited for his commanding hands to find their place. He shifted your hips where he needed them before gripping onto your shoulder with one hand, and lining himself up with your weeping entrance with the other. Shit. This is so fucking primal, why does this feel so good? You inhaled sharply as you felt his tip slip through your folds and settle between your legs. You had to stand on your tip toes to allow him access, which he reminded you by assertively lifting you up by your hips.

“Good, you’re already soaked,” Eddie mumbled.

With the one hand on your shoulder, he bent you over the shelf while his other slowly guided his length past your slit. You hummed weakly at the sensation, before gasping loudly at him suddenly filling you up and bottoming out completely. Holy shit, this was really happening. You were getting fucked like a wild animal by Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson on school property, all for some drugs. It’s so wrong but why does it feel so right? You could barely contain your hushed cries and moans with every snap of his hips.

“Shut the fuck up, you want to get caught?'“ Eddie hissed as he stilled in you and reached around your shoulder to cup his hand over your mouth. You shook your head quickly into his palm before he straightened back up behind you. There wasn’t a whole lot of time to collect yourself before Eddie sped up his rough pace into your cunt. He rocked into you with enough force that the shelf on which you were leaning was wobbling and the books swayed dangerously. You reached through to grip the shelf from the back side to steady yourself and hopefully the books as well.

You could hear his satisfied grunts behind you, sending a thrilling jolt to your lower extremities and making your walls flutter around his firm length. Your boyfriend never manhandled you like that, and now you weren’t sure if you could ever go back to the boring missionary, lovey-dovey style love making with him. The way Eddie claimed your body like that was better than any drug he had to sell, and you reckoned you would probably be back for more—with just enough money that you came up short and had to pay him this way again. His relentless thrusting was fogging your mind and starting to send you over the edge.

You brought one hand to your mouth and bit down on your finger to stifle the pleasured moans. You could tell that Eddie was only using your cunt to get himself off, but that realization excited you and lit a fire in your belly to come apart around his cock. Your walls clenched around him as your knees trembled, and you could hear his cocky laugh behind you quietly. As your vision returned, you were still relishing in the sensation of him slamming into you with his determined rhythm and your jaw slacked open at the feeling.

“Silly girl…pull yourself together before someone hears you,” Eddie whispered gruffly as he gave you a few slow, deliberate strokes that really emphasized his size. Your eyes crossed and your eyelids drooped at the euphoric intensity of him sinking into you over and over. He’s one to talk. He was slamming into you with enough vigor that the soft clapping sound of skin to skin contact reverberated around the back aisle of the library. But somehow you could not care less at that moment while Eddie buried his thick member into your very core. He fucked you like he had been isolated on a desert island for years—hungry and desperate and just aching for release.

You had lost track of time in your fucked-out state. Your vision was blurred of everything but Eddie Fucking Munson and you just settled for laying your cheek down onto the shelf where every thrust nudged your head back and forth. Your mouth had relaxed to where your tongue lay lopsided and your saliva began to pool underneath you, and you didn’t give a fuck. His energetic pounding was the most glorious sensation you’ve ever experienced. It was sending you into ecstasy again and you didn’t even attempt to stifle your noises. Eddie bent over you again and put his soft lips against the shell of your ear.

“If I hear another sound from you, I’ll have to stuff that mouth full, okay baby?” he mumbled into your ear, using both a teasing tone and a tone of authority. He pulled back and moved his hands to grasp your hips like an animal and continued his self fulfilling strokes with what seemed like limitless stamina. You squeezed your eyes shut and focused all your concentration on keeping quiet while he drilled into you. The tension you were applying to his rock hard member made his hips studder as the blinding pleasure of your muscle sent him into a daze. His thrusts began to slow as he started to dispense his entire load into your used cunt. He stilled his movements and held your hips tightly against his as he buried his whole length in you to pump you completely full of his seed.

You could feel both of your bodies relax as he continued to spill into you. Fuck, his cock was still flexing, like he was dumping dozens of ropes into your poor hole. You shivered around Eddie’s cock as he slowly pulled himself out of you, leaving you open to drip a combination of your fluids onto the carpet below. As soon as you could close your legs, you hiked your panties back up to contain his seed before it could run down your legs. You flattened out your skirt and readjusted your sweater and hair while Eddie stuffed his dick back into his boxers and zipped himself up. Oh, God. You just let him cum in you! You didn't even try to stop him, you desperate slut.

“Yeah, here’s the pills, but uh…you can keep the rest of the cash,” Eddie laughed awkwardly as he tussled his long hair while handing you the small baggie from the metal lunchbox. “That fuck was more than enough for me…Oh, and uh…tell your boyfriend I hope he enjoys my contribution.”

He winked at you with a wide grin before leaning in to capture your lips in his in a deep kiss. He placed the Ziploc into your fist and left without another glance, eyeing down the pathway to check and see if anyone was around. He then casually exited the aisle without another word and headed for the door to leave the library while you took a minute to readjust your clothing so you could leave as nonchalantly as possible. Hopefully his excess seed would stay contained in your underwear until you could make your way to the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up. God, if these pills made you feel even half as good as you felt right then, you’d be hooked for life.

If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading! If you like my writing, check out my other works.

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skwistokgetalongshirt · 7 months

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Kloktober Day 25

Uhh hi! This is my first contribution to the fandom. I only got into mtl recently so I'm jumping in hoping to attempt to contribute to the tail end of kloktober

Campfire or Left in the cold

Toki didn’t realize how cold it had gotten out here… his body was shivering, but his lips stayed locked with the bottle of vodka hoping to keep his insides warm. He had been drinking so much more than usual lately - he didn’t want to have time to think. When he was sober all these thoughts swirled around in his head and it became overwhelming to him. There were so many things he wanted to forget about - especially all this death that seemed to surround him lately. It wasn’t fair. He understood people had to die everyday, but why was it that people in his life were dying more and more often around him lately? Even when he knew his dad was sick it brought up complicated feelings. Sure, the guy beat him but that was still his father - half of the pair who brought him into this world. Even if his relationship with his parents had been strained he was glad to be born and to be able to be in the world’s greatest band - Dethklok.

The vodka bottle was nearly empty but his lips remained on the bottle… He just wanted to feel something, anything else than the cold that was covering his body and the emptiness that was in his heart.

“No…I needs more!” Toki whined now throwing the empty bottle out into the distance.

“Hey watchs it! You almost hitteds me!” A familiar voice called out.

Toki thought maybe he had been seeing things. He rubbed his eyes a bit. The figure before him still remained a bit blurry out in the snow but he began to focus and made out a tall, blond silhouette.

“Skwisgaar?” Toki questioned - he wasn’t sure himself.

“Who else, ya dildos?” Skwisgaar sounded offended, but it was merely a way to try to cover up his concern.

“What ams you doing here, Skwisgaar? It’s cold out.”

“Pfft. This is nothings. You though… You gotta get yourself back insides. You’ve had a lots of alcohols.”

“No! Leaves me here. I don’t want to bring the moods down.” “Moods is alreadys down without yous there.” Skwisgaar reluctantly admitted. He was shivering a bit.

Surprisingly he hadn’t been drinking much lately… Mostly because he wanted to make sure to take care of Toki. With the lack of alcohol in his system his body actually felt colder, especially since he had come outside in his tank top.

“Yous shiverings.” Toki stumbled his way over to Skwisgaar nearly falling face first into the snow. He rested his hand on Skwisgaar’s shoulder.

Toki’s hand was cold, but once he rested his hand on Skwisgaar’s skin he did begin to feel a bit warmer at least. Normally Skwisgaar would shake him off but he decided against it right now. It was too fucking cold.

“No shits! I came out here to get yous… Can we go backs insides now?” Skwisgaar was practically pulling Toki by the arm now to try to get him to budge.

“…No. Just leave me heres. I just needs to be alone for awhiles…” Toki freed himself from Skwisgaar's attempt to pull him and turned his back to him.

“If you’re staying out heres, then I guess I gotta stays here with you but if I freeze to deaths it’s your fault.”

“Go backs insides. I saids I wanted to be alone.”

"No... I'm stayings out heres if you won't go back inside."

“I tolds yous no.” Toki sounded serious about this - it was a rare tone to hear from him.

“Tokis…” Skwisgaar sighed. “You rans out of alcohols didn’t yous? Insides there’s more so…” it wasn’t the approach he wanted to take, but if it would at least get Toki back inside then it was worth a shot.

“This ams true…You’re right Skwisgaar! I’ll be theres in a little bits. I’ll catch ups.” Toki hoped this answer would suffice. He’d still prefer to be left alone for a little while longer.

“Yeah, Okays. Just don’t stay outs for too longs…” Skwisgaar decided to head back inside.

He did all he could do - or rather all he would allow himself to do. If stupid Toki wanted to stay out in the cold then he wasn’t going to force him back inside. Stupid Toki. Why should he allow himself to worry over someone who just wanted to take that path of self-destruction? He shouldn’t care. Toki was grown he could take care of himself. Still Skwisgaar found himself looking back once more at Toki who sat in the snow looking up at the sky.

“Oh Tokis… What ams we goings to do with yous?” Skwisgaar shook his head. Although he was heading back inside, he still sat near a window where he could at least keep an eye on Toki. If he stayed out there for too much longer then he’d definitely ask Nathan to carry him back inside.

#my writing #mtl writing #metalocalypse #toki wartooth #skwisgaar skwigelf #kloktober 2023

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itsaash · 7 months

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unsatisfyingly satisfying part 1: Dead End

Today is a different story, a Coops one that starts as ... not Coops. I wrote this maybe 4 months ago, just writing for me as a way of processing, for awhile I really didn't think I'd share this. BUT then, with the prompts of @noots-fic-fests I thought of a parts 2&3. also what's scarier/more of a dead end than Sirius Black with a woman? So this is Sirius' last time with someone other than Remus, and in the next part I'll time skip to present day, so no hard feelings if this isn't for you and you want to wait for the next part. Rated E, 6000 words if you click through to ao3 to read the whole thing. I'm just going to put the first 1300 words, rate T, here on tumblr which is as much James and Sirius banter as anything.

“Your aim is way off.”

“Pardon?” Sirius looked up, part genuinely confused and part annoyed. He had marvelous hand eye coordination. He was good at pool. His aim was not off.

“It’s not going to go in, that’s all I’m saying.”

Sirius didn’t recognize the voice of this unhelpful spectator, but James was clearly already laughing and joined in on the taunts. So Sirius solidly ignored them and took his shot. And missed.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, hitting the end of the pool cue down into the hardwood floor of the hotel bar.

James laughed in victory as he lined up his next shot.

Sirius looked around for the source of the “advice”, and oh. There she was. Smirking at him over a tumbler of amber liquid.

“Told you,” she smirked.

“It was not way off, it was millimeters. And I’m still going to beat this fucker. All I have to do is steal his glasses.”

“Don’t you fuckin dare, Pads,” James said. He took his shot and sank the ball. “You’d never stoop to cheating. Don’t let our new friend here think such a thing of you.”

James walked behind the girl and from over her shoulder he gave Sirius an eyebrow wiggle that looked eerily like caterpillars dancing and mouthed talk to her, before turning to line up his next shot.

Sirius rolled his eyes and took a sip of his own drink, watching James line up his shot.

“Obviously I wouldn’t cheat , Pots. Taking your glasses would be more of a … prank.”

“A prank,” James snorted.

“Ouais. And a successful one.”

“Stealing my glasses, that I medically need, is not a prank, man. That would be cheating .” He turned to the girl. “Back me up here.”

She smiled and tilted her head, mock thinking.

“Yeah, I agree. Taking something medically necessary isn’t a prank. That would be mean . And I know someone invited to this weekend of ‘celebrating the best in sports’ wouldn’t be mean , would they?”

Teasing infused her every word, and although Sirius didn’t usually like new people, her vibe was so chill that Sirius didn’t have his back up at all.

“No, of course I, who plays hockey for a living and bodychecks people everyday, would never be mean ,” Sirius retorted, a smirk growing on his lips. He stepped as casually as he could towards James’ drink and poured some of his whisky into James’ beer. When James went to take a swig of beer he would get a surprise at the strength of the alcohol content.

“That’s not a fucking prank either! Tampering with a drink. Tut tut Sirius Black, you are terrible at this.”

“I'm not tampering , it’s Pots!”

James turned back to them after missing his latest shot.

“Tampering! What’d he do?”

“Put some whisky in your beer,” the girl tattled.

“Hey, come on, if you tell him he won’t take too big of a swallow, and the prank is ruined!” Sirius groaned.

James laughed and took a cautious sip, smirking at Sirius over his glass. There was no gagging or sputtering. Sirius waved a wrist around towards James, while looking at the girl with raised eyebrows, like he could waft his displeasure at the lack of reaction towards her.

“Hey! It’s not my fault you're bad at pool and pranks. I'm just telling you what I see,” she said, eyes gleaming.

“Oh ho, ok then. Come line up this shot with me if you're so good,” Sirius said.

She stood at the opposite side of the table from him and corrected Sirius on his line, and he made the shot. They did it again, and he sank another ball.

“Hey! As cute as this is, this also feels like cheating,” James protested. She laughed and mimed zipping her lips, and Sirius missed the next shot.

“Merde,” he muttered, leaning on his cue. “I am usually good at pool, even without a coach. What’s your name, o pool master?”

“I’m Rebecca. And I’m kind of glad to see you’re not perfect at everything. Makes you more human,” she said.

Sirius rolled his eyes and James piped up, “oh there’s lots of things he’s terrible at.”

“Pots, come on —”

“Ooh, like what? Other than pranks of course?”

“Well cooking and cleaning are the obvious ones, but also making plans, doing interviews, obviously …”

“Potter, come on, arrêtez ça—”

“… speaking English when he’s upset…”

James had Rebecca laughing behind her glass and Sirius shot them both a mock serious glare.

“In his defense, I heard some of his interviews today and the way they all asked him the same questions would drive anyone to terrible answers,” she said.

“I did not give terrible answers!” Sirius protested.

“Are you here for the ultimate sports magazine special too then?” James asked her.

“Yeah. I’m on the Olympic rugby team. You probably saw us being awesome and getting a silver medal at the last Olympics, so a few of us from the team are here.”

“Oh, sick. That’s awesome. Yeah, his answers are pretty bad sometimes aren’t they?” James said, looking at Sirius all the while.

“Oh my god, I’m right here, stop it you two,” Sirius said, going to stand between James and Rebecca, trying to split up their alliance. He secretly loved James’ teasing though. James was the perfect social lubricant. Being around people was just easier, better, when James was there.

There had been at least a dozen interviewers asking him variations of the same question today, none of which were topics he wanted to talk about. He could’ve given them a whole feature on hockey. On his team. But no, they wanted to know about his family and parents and rivalries and standings and if he’s found a nice girl in Gryffindor yet and he wanted to scream . And there had been a photo shoot. It was awful. So Sirius was 3 whiskeys in and was trying to forget this day had ever happened and was definitely trying to forget that there was another photo shoot tomorrow. At least James was here too. The interviews with him there always went better.

“How did your interviews go?” Sirius asked Rebecca, wanting to stop talking about himself.

“Oh, fine. I was with my teammates for all of them, so that helps. Lots of lovely comments that start with ‘so, girl’s rugby!’. After which I’d stare them in the eyes and remind them that’s not actually a question, and that it’s women’s rugby and we are an Olympic sport thank you very much.”

Sirius smiled at her fierce reenactment. “I wouldn’t want to be on the wrong side of you, I’m glad I’m not a reporter. Or a rugby player.”

“That’s the reason you’re glad you’re not a reporter? I would’ve thought it would’ve been all the reading and writing,” James quipped.

“I can read and write,” Sirius said, punching James in the shoulder. He turned back to Rebecca. “Ignore him, I can read.”

“Sure, I believe you,” she said. They watched James sink his final ball, celebrate with his arms in the air, and Sirius groaned.

“Rebecca, I thought you were nice .”

“I definitely never said that. Ok, my turn Black, let’s see what you’ve got. Put those soft hands of yours to use.”

Rebecca and Sirius played a game of pool, and James threw jokes at them and drank, getting louder. Then Rebecca continued her winning streak and beat James, so they switched to darts and then somehow found things to juggle. Rebecca was the clear winner of juggling, but Sirius was very proud to be leagues better at it than James. She fit into their dynamic perfectly, the evening felt as relaxing and fun as a night with James alone would have been. She knew the same sports references they did, she was obviously athletic and competitive, and joined in all the good natured chirping.

Which was why Sirius was really fucking confused when she kissed him.

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i-am-baechu · 1 year

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Chapter Five: The One About First Dates (Kind Of)

Summary: “Did you just ask me if I sell coffee in a fucking coffee shop?” And with that, Taehyung was smitten by the Barista in the crazy flower sweater vest. Friendships will form but most importantly Taehyung will finally meet his soulmate.

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Genre: Idol au, strangers to lovers au, barista reader!, slow burn (friends with benefits to lovers kind of), semi-short storyish format, friendships, romance, angst, comedy, and smut

Main pairing: Idol! Taehyung x Barista! Reader

Side ships: Hoseok x OC

Warnings: Explicit language, smut, mature themes, homophobia, smoking cigarettes, drugs and alcohol usage

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Taehyung cracked his neck and looked at himself in the mirror with a confident look. Today was the day. The day that he took Y/N on a date. If he was being honest, it was long overdue. He wanted to take her on a date the day after he met her but of course his job got in the way. Annoying but that’s life. He was wearing a simple white collar shirt with brown trousers, it was his usual attire but today it felt different. He was trying to figure out which watch to wear when someone barged into his room.

He let out an annoyed sigh and turned around to see Jimin and Jungkook on his bed, eating chips. He raised his eyebrow at them and crossed his arms over his chest, “I thought I said don’t come in.”

“We wanted to see our Tae leave for his date.”

“Yeah, it’s been awhile since you had anyone.”

Taehyung felt his eye twitching at Jungkook but nothing was going to annoy him today. Today was going to be a good day. He shook his head at this and turned around to have his back towards him. He put his silver bracelet on and a small smile appeared thinking about Y/N, “I was just waiting for the right girl.”

“And you think that’s Y/N?”

“Yes, I do.”

Jungkook and Jimin turned their heads towards each other with mirrored mischievous grins. They had never seen their fellow bandmate/best friend so smitten over someone. Whoever this girl was, she was special indeed. He turned around and showed them his outfit with a proud grin, “Do I look good?”

“You always look good but it’s New York, shouldn’t you wear a jacket?”

“I have one, don’t worry. I want to impress her.” Jungkook let out a small laugh and Taehyung glared at him with his hands on his hips, “Why the laugh?”

“You’re Kim Taehyung, what more can you do to impress her?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes at this and walked over to his shoes to put them on, “She doesn’t care that I’m a Bts member, she sees me as Taehyung. Nothing more and nothing less.”

“So she makes you nervous?”

“Yeah...she does make me nervous, Jimin. So nervous that I’m questioning everything I say or do around her. I just want her.”

After kicking them out, he left for his date (ignoring them screaming behind him). He entered the car at the back of the hotel and stared outside with a blank expression as the vehicle left. He was excited but he was also nervous. This was his first real date in four years and he really liked Y/N, he didn’t want to mess things up. The car ride felt like it was taking forever and every time they drove past a light post, the sweat on his hands increased. He tried drinking some water but his hands kept shaking the poor glass bottle. When the car stopped his eyes widened and realization hit him hard.

He said his thanks and left the car. He took a deep breath and entered the tall building. The Korean restaurant was recommended to him by his manager who proposed to his wife there and also Jin wouldn’t shut up about it. The atmosphere was relaxing, charming and empty (thanks to him renting it out). A waiter came up to him and gave him a small smile, “Hello, I’m sorry sir but today the restaurant is not open to the general public. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”

Taehyung gave him a polite smile and nodded his head, “No, no, it's okay. I’m Kim Taehyung.”

“Ah, Mr. Kim. Let me get the paperwork to clarify everything and then I'll get you set up.”

“Thank you, sir.”

As Taehyung set up everything, he heard the front door open. He turned his head and he quickly turned his head to see the girl that has been on his mind all morning. Y/N was wearing a dark purple v-neck dress that stopped mid thigh. Her hair was in a high bun with silver hoop earrings, she looked gorgeous. He dropped the pen that was in his hand as he watched her walk to him with a wide smile.

“Taehyung, sorry I was kinda late. I had to help Nikki with something.”

He swallowed his spit and nodded his head, “N-No, it's okay. I just got here. You look great...like really great.”

She smiled at this and looked him up and down, “You look really great too.”

The waiter smiled at them and let out a small cough, making Taehyung turn around, “Alright, Mr. Kim, you're all set up. Let me show you your table.”

He nodded his head and turned towards Y/N with his boxy smile, “Are you ready?”

“Of course I am.”

He gently intertwined his fingers with hers and the two walked towards their table. Taehyung picked out the best table in the whole restaurant, it gave the perfect view of New York. He wanted to show her the beauty of the city like he did the night before. As the two made their way, they had small conversations about random things. When she let out a small laugh, it was like music to his ears. A melody that he has never heard before and he couldn’t wait to hear it again. When he got to the table his face dropped and his smile turned into a confused look, “What the hell are you doing here Hoseok?”

Y/N tilted her head and her mouth dropped, “Julia!? Why are you here?”

Julia took a sip of her water and smiled at her, “Nikki, said you were going out. So, I wanted to go out too. I don’t want to bother Nikki on her hair washing day.”

“Julia, I’m on a date with Taehyung. Out of all the places...”

“OH! We can have a double date!~”

Taehyung felt his eye twitch and looked at Hoseok, “What the hell dude?”

Hoseok put his hands up and looked at his bandmate, “Jin told me about this restaurant and I asked if Julia wanted to go. I think you can figure it out the rest.”

“I rented this whole place out, how the hell did you get in?”

“I showed them money?”

Taehyung let out an irritated sigh and looked down at Y/N who was also visibly upset. He frowned at this and grabbed her hand, making her look up at him. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I’m sorry but I promise you, I’ll make this up to you.”

She nodded her head and turned her head to whisper in his ear (he felt the goosebumps on his arms appear), “I can’t wait.”

The lunch was filled with awkwardness and annoyance (on Taehyung’s part). Out of all the places, Hoseok picked this place. He didn’t even want a relationship with Julia, so Taehyung didn’t understand why he wanted to take her out in the first place. He made it pretty clear that he didn’t want a girlfriend but his actions say something else. He kept drinking his water with annoyance and Y/N saw this, he knew this because she placed her hand on top of his thigh. Rubbing it with comfort but he didn’t feel comfort in that moment, he felt something else. He let out a small cough when her hand got a little too high and she looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Aww, Tae, are you nervous?”

“I will stab you with this knife.”

Extended Ending:

Taehyung was walking down a long hall with Y/N trailing behind him. He felt her eyes on his back but he didn’t dare to turn back, he needed some time alone with her (he had to lie to Julia about where they were going). When he turned a corner, he pinned her against the wall with his face inches away from hers. She looked at him with her innocent eyes and he pushed some hair behind her ear, “Are you going to tell me what you were doing with your hands?”

He watched her gulp and turn her head, “I-I was trying to calm you down.”

He leaned forward to her ear to let out a deep chuckle, “I think you knew exactly what you were doing. Should I punish you?”

“I-I was trying-”

“It would be a shame if someone saw you on your knees or even crying out in pleasure. I thought you were this shy girl but apparently I’m wrong.”

He leaned away and saw her bright red face as she shook her head, “N-No, I was really trying to calm you down.”

He trailed his fingers down her v-neck to her cleavage and stopped in the middle. He licked his bottom lip, “I can see your goosebumps, you can tell me you like this.”

He then dropped his hand to raise her skirt higher and pushed her thighs apart as he placed his knee between them. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head and leaned down to whisper in her ear again, “Show me how much you want it.” And she did just that with his fingers in her mouth, to keep it hidden from everyone.

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authurials · 2 years

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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 ... 1/2

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 . after a long night of patching up members of the franchetti crime family, all you want to do is wash off all the blood--until jackie interrupts your much needed bath

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 . two

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 . @ladyestacado

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 . 18+ situations, blood, slight mentions of gore, alluding to sexual situations, brief moment of second base (copping a feel), nudity

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . my first request! i absolutely love the darkness video games (i have not read any of the comics as of when i’m writing this), and jackie estacado is one of my favorite video game characters so i was excited when i got this request. it took me awhile to find the motivation and angle i wanted to take, but i like how this turned out, although i regret not having more interaction between jackie and the reader--it’s heavy on the internal dialogue. i might expand upon this concept and write a longer fic about this pair, starting during the events of the first game but i haven’t decided yet (let me know if you’d be interesting in reading that!)--remember to like, comment and reblog if you enjoy reading! do not repost/claim as your own please

𝐑𝐄𝐃. 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 you could see as you looked in the mirror at your blood stained reflection; arms, chest and face covered in the stuff, clothes soaked with sanguine and alcohol–the mixture of which burned your nose. Your eyes were puffy with exhaustion, heavy with the effort of trying to keep them open all these hours–dry and irritated, they were also red.

You had known taking the job as the Franchetti family’s personal doctor would come with its many many downfalls, you weren’t naive enough to believe otherwise. The title came with the usual dangers of being on the payroll of a crime family, and despite remaining as anonymous as possible you’d been the target of the enemy’s scope more than a handful of times over the years. There were also the hours; with no definitive schedule, you were on call 24/7–no exceptions, no negotiations–which didn’t leave much room for a personal life or good night’s sleep for that matter. This was not to mention the mental duress the line of work often put you under. You were always on edge, anxious, tuned up like a livewire as you waited for the next page telling you to come. And then there was always in the moment, scalpel or suture in hand, staring down at a bone breaking through the skin, torn viscera–a gaping hole.

Taking a deep breath, you gripped the edge of the counter as you leaned forward, closing your eyes as a wave of nausea crashed over you. Images flashed behind your eyelids, snapshots of your latest bought of Franchetti underlings caught in the crossfire of another failed hit on the boss. Tonight’s hit had come with severe burns, broken bones, the usual bullet holes and of course the expected casualties; not everyone could be saved, you knew that when you started studying medicine, but in your present line of work it was almost a miracle if they did survive.

Sighing, you relaxed as the bile settled once more in your small intestine, flowing through your digestive tract along with the forgotten remnants of a dinner you had been unable to finish with a date you hadn’t even wanted to go on–silver lining you supposed. Pulling back from the sink, you began to tug off your scrubs and discard them on the floor; it was the nice, expensive marble kind, polar opposite to the cheap linoleum you had in the bathroom at your apartment. On nights when the workload was particularly heavy, you always received an invite to rest at the Estacado mansion from Aunt Sarah herself; you’d get cleaned up, put on one of the few outfits you kept there, and have a nice dinner prepared by Aunt Sarah. You weren’t always able to stomach the food, but you enjoyed the company of the older woman as you were both able to sit in silence with one another–her working on her knitting, and you just sitting there, processing that day’s work.

Currently, she was downstairs preparing one of your favorite dishes after the particularly hard time you’d had tonight. You didn’t even have to say anything once you had arrived at the mansion courtesy of one of the family’s drivers; Aunt Sarah had seen the look on your face, told you to go upstairs and run a hot bath, and she would get started on a late dinner–a really late dinner. After taking a glance at your watch, the face stained with dried blood, you realized that it was almost nearly two in the morning; what Aunt Sarah was doing up at this time of night you didn’t know, but you appreciated the company nonetheless.

Taking off your bra and underwear, you discarded them along with your scrubs as you walked over to the tub; it was giant and deep, with jacuzzi capable jets that on a better night you would have taken advantage of, but right now you just wanted to get all the red off. Leaning over, you turned the knob all the way over to get the hottest possible temperature, slowly decreasing after each test so you got the right amount of warmth. Closing the plug, you sat naked on the edge of the tub as you watched the water collect and fill. The dampness of the water on your arm had caused the congealed blood to loosen and stain, sliding down your wrist to your hand in diluted watercolor before dripping into the awaiting clear water. The sight caused a cramp in your stomach, and for a moment you feared you truly would throw up, but the tight fist was quick to loosen thankfully as you took a deep breath.

Once the bathtub was full, you stepped in carefully, letting your feet adjust for a moment before sliding your entire body in slowly. The water engulfed you, rocking rhythmically against the sides of the tub until you finally settled, head leaning against the back of the tub. You felt the tension leave your body, eyes once again heavy as exhaustion hit, but you kept them open as you watched the sticky tack of the dried blood loosen and chip off into the water. Shaking, you lifted your right hand and brought it to your left forearm, slowly rubbing the red off as it dyed the water pink.

You had really come to hate the color red….

There was a knock at the door, drawing you out of your thoughts; at first, you thought it might be Aunt Sarah, asking if you needed towels or anything else, but then you heard the voice on other side:

“It’s me–Jackie.”

Jackie Estacado. Your boss, the don of the Franchetti family, and your occasional lover.

For a moment, you hesitated to give him the okay to come in, not knowing if you really had it in you tonight to see him. You liked Jackie, hell you might even love him, but you also weren’t blinded by your feelings for him. You knew he had gone out to dinner with not one but two women tonight, hence why you’d said yes to your own ill fated date–to help get your mind off of it. You weren’t stupid, you knew he didn’t give two shits about the women he’d been set up with but you also weren’t naive to believe he harbored anything different for you. The both of you enjoyed going to bed together sometimes, whenever he needed something different than the guilt and pain of existence and whenever you let desire get the best of you. There was no reason to believe that your time with Jackie was anything deeper than itching a scratch, because you knew with great clarity that he was still very much in love with Jenny Romano.

There was no space for you there in his heart.

“Can I come in?” Jackie asked when you did not respond.

Giving a quiet sigh, you sat up, the sound of water sloshing against you as you hugged your knees to your chest. Resting your chin on top of them, you hummed: “I suppose.”

You kept your eyes locked on your feet, looking at them through the murky pink tinted water as you listened to the handle of the door turn and jiggle as it was pushed open. The sound of Jackie’s shoes scuffing against the marbled floor followed as he entered the bathroom, filled with the light mist of dissipating steam as your bath water cooled off. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him survey the scene, brushing over you in the bath as he moved further into the room, turning to stand in front of the sink where you had been minutes before. Both mirrors were covered in a melting layer of condensation, drops of water beading before slowly sliding down the reflective surface, leaving a clear trail in their wake.

Neither of you said anything for a moment, instead just letting the silence fall over you like a weighted blanket. Eyes sliding closed, you sighed, unsure of what to say or why he was here; you rarely saw Jackie if you were being honest. He came and went as he pleased, and you’d catch glimpses of him here and there, but there was no acknowledgement of these moments on his part–no brief hellos or how are yours or other small talking points. He only visited you when he needed something–patching up, a report on one of his guys, a romp in the sheets.

It hadn’t always been like this between you, once upon a time you had been able to talk and hangout and be friends; you had all been friends–you, Jackie, and Jenny. You met Jenny first at the place she worked, it had been a popular spot for you and your resident buddies to hang out after a long shift at the hospital. You had known of Jackie during the first months of yours and Jenny’s budding friendship, but didn’t truly meet until almost a year after you met Jenny. Once you had met though, Jenny made a point of including you in their non-couple activities–movie nights, bowling, pizza outings. It was nice to have something outside of your residency, to have friends that you didn’t see for hours at a time on shift, the only commonality being your proximity and sleep deprivation.

And then Jackie had showed up on the steps of your apartment one night–shot, bleeding out, and begging you not to tell Jenny. Your work had been intrinsically entangled in your friendship with Jackie ever since, and sometimes you couldn’t help but resent him for that. If he hadn’t told his buddy what you’d done for him, his Uncle Paulie would’ve never known, and you’d never have been recruited to work for the Franchetti family–it was hard to say no when the alternative was death.

“Busy night I heard,” Jackie finally hummed, back still turned to you. He was wearing dress pants and a white button up, probably having changed after the altercation at the restaurant. You made note that he seemed pretty much unscatched.

“Comes with the territory,” you replied, reaching for the rag you’d laid out prior to running your bath. You dunked it into the water, ringing it out before reaching for the body wash–it was a neutral almond butter scent. “Heard you and Vinnie barely made it out–though you don’t look too worse for wear.”

“Got lucky I guess,” Jackie chuckled, no humor in his voice as he turned to lean his back against the counter. “How many we lose tonight?”

“Can we not talk about work right now?” You found yourself saying, surprising yourself. Usually you could get through the work conversations with somewhat ease, but tonight you felt particularly drained by the ordeal and just wanted to soak in the tub. Pouring the soap on the rag, you rubbed the damp fabric together until it created a lather, not bothering to wait for Jackie to answer.

“Alright,” he eventually nodded, watching you as you began to wash off your arms and legs. After a pause he continued, “you want help with that?”

Pausing, you raised an eyebrow at him, confused by his behavior. Jackie wasn’t what you would call hot and cold when it came to whatever it was between you, he was pretty consistently distant across the bar. He let you get just close enough for the two of you to sleep together, but made it no secret that all this was to him was a way to forget Jenny–if even just for a moment; when in reality it just made both of you feel guilty, like you were betraying her memory. Jackie wasn’t what you’d call affectionate, and he sure as hell had never offered to help you bathe before; now that you were thinking about it, he had never seen you in this situation before–your trysts were reserved to the bed in your apartment, never here at the mansion and certainly not in Jackie’s bedroom where his shrine to Jenny could look upon his pseudo-infidelity.

But despite the out of the ordinary behavior, you found yourself holding up the rag, letting it hang limply between your fingers as you spoke, “be my guest.”

You didn’t take your eyes off him as he strode across the bathroom, only needing to take a couple of steps before he was able to kneel by the side of the tub. His eyes didn’t leave yours either as he worked on rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, which fit over the taunt muscles of his arm. The buttons in the front were done up except for the top few, exposing the expanse of hair he had on his chest. Once he had finished, he took the rag from your hand, fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your wrist and making you shiver slightly.

Taking your right arm, he turned it over so your inner forearm faced up, and began to gently wash your body. Resting your chin on your shoulder, you watched him with hooded eyes, still not fully understanding what his intentions were but nowhere near feeling the need to complain. He was quiet as he worked, first on your right arm and then your left, silently bidding you to lean back so you could lift your leg from the water when he finished with your arms.

“So what’s all this about?” You finally hummed, body feeling heavy and relaxed as you laid back in the tub.

“What do you mean?” Jackie responded, raising a dark brow at you, lip quirking in slight amusement. “I’m just helping a friend out.”

“Well, you’ve never offered to wash me before,” you rolled your eyes, kicking some water at him. It seeped through the sleeve of his sheet, making it slightly see through.

“First time for anything,” he answered plainly.

“Come on, Jackie,” you sighed as he set one leg down and tapped the knee of the other for you to lift. “Don’t jerk me around, I know something’s wrong-”

“Something’s always wrong,” he countered, interrupting you. “Tonight I don’t want to think about what’s wrong and just….just want to be with you-”

He paused before continuing, seeming to decide if what he was going to say was for the best, and it seemed he decided it was as he spoke, “if that’s okay?”

You took him in for a moment; a man so devilishly handsome, kneeling beside a bathtub you were in, and washing each of your limbs with a care that polarized his ability to wield a gun with such deadly precision. As his rag left your leg and found its home on your stomach, resting mere inches below your breasts which rose and fell with each breath, you found yourself measuring his words carefully before you responded. Did he want to be with you? Or were you just second place to the memory of a girl who was nothing more than a picture and a candle on his mantle? And even at the realization of that, did you really care? You desired him, in fact you probably loved him, and if all you were going to get from was the occasional crumb of recognition why not take it?

“Okay,” you found yourself speaking quietly, shifting so you were sitting up once more. It caused the rag in his hand to brush against the underside of your breasts, and a second later he was letting it drop so the feel of his fingers could replace it. Coming up to cup your breast in one hand, the other hand reached up to touch your cheek, brushing the damp hair stuck there with the pad of his thumb you watched as he leaned in to claim your lips in a kiss. Eyes slowly closing, you reciprocated, allowing him to set a gentle and slow pace as the hand on your chest stroked teasingly over your nipple.

Framing his face in your hands, you pressed closer, fingers committing the hard angular plains of his face to memory as you deepened the kiss but only for a moment. Sighing, you pulled back and pressed your foreheads together, eyes still closed as you each breathed each other in. Jackie’s hands slipped from your face and chest to rest on your shoulders and tops of your upper arm, thumbs stroking across the slightly damp skin.

“I still need to wash my hair,” you chuckled softly, “then I can come to bed–if that’s what you want.”

You weren’t implying you wanted to go to his bed, knowing his room was a very special and safe place for him. The bedroom you were given for overnight stays adjoined the bathroom, offering you privacy from the going ons in the house. You didn’t mind sharing the bed in there with Jackie for the night if that’s what he wanted.

“I can run some fresh water,” Jackie suggested, “and join you.”

His hand came up to push the thick curtain of wet hair away from where it was sticking to your neck, leaning in to press a kiss there as he waited for your answer. Of course you were going to say yes, it was evident in the way your hands came up to touch his hair, if only to hold him to your neck for a little longer. But soon he was pulling away and helping you out of the tub, grabbing the robe on the back of the door for you to wrap up in as he cleaned out the reddish residue that remained after the tub had drained. It no longer left your stomach feeling strange when you saw the shade of red melt off the sides of the tube and swirl down the drain, there was comfort in knowing Jackie was there with you–that the red could no longer consume you.

While the new bath water ran, you watched as Jackie stripped off his dress shirt and reached down to unbutton his pants. Once he had you stepped forward, hands replacing his own on the waistband of the pants pushing them down slowly as you both leaned in for another kiss. Pressing soft kisses to each other’s mouths, you let him finish pushing the pants down once they hit his knees, feeling him shift and kick them off as they pooled at his ankles. Fully naked now, he wrapped his arms around you, and for a moment you both just stood there–no longer kissing, just holding one another.

When the tub was full, Jackie slipped in first, sighing as the warmth engulfed him and he leaned all the way back. Once he was settled, he held out his hand to you, and you took it this time without hesitation as you stepped into the water. Sitting down, you leaned your back against his front, head settling just beneath his chin as the water came up just past the tops of your breasts. There was no kissing or fondling to be had, but in that moment there was no need as you just soaked up each other’s company.

After you had managed to dampen your hair, you allowed Jackie to lather the shampoo into it gently, fingers combing through the tangled tresses, careful to get every inch. Neither one of you spoke as you went through the process of washing your hair, and it was only after it had been rinsed thoroughly and was spread out once more across the expanse of Jackie’s chest that you finally said something.

“I really care about you Jackie,” you found yourself saying, a dull ache beginning to take root in the back of your throat. You didn’t like getting overly emotional or mushy, you had never been that type of person, but you had to make it clear to Jackie what was at stake for you if whatever this was didn’t pan out.

A pause.

“I know,” he said, his arms tightening around you as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

Your heart ached, same as your throat, as you waited for more but never got it, and you knew you never would. This is all you would ever have when it came to Jackie Estacado–he would never be yours because he was still hers, and always would be. Pushing that hurt down, you relaxed into his arms, determined to at least enjoy this moment even as something else loomed over your head.

“Jackie?” You found yourself unable to ignore that terrible feeling eating away at you–worse than when you saw the blood in the water.

“Hmmm?” You felt the vibration against the top of your head as he pressed his lips to your hairline.

“It’s back isn’t it?” You asked.

Another pause–longer this time.

“Yeah,” he spoke heavily, arms tightening around you as he pulled you closer, “it’s back.”

#˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 :#the darkness #the darkness video game #jackie estacado #jackie estacado x reader #jackie estacado one shot

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domripley · 5 months

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Just Desserts - I

Pairing: Carol Danvers/Natasha Romanoff; Bruce Banner/Tony Stark

Warnings/Tags: No Smut, Awkward Carol, OOC!Carol, Sugar Mommy!Nat, Mentions of Alcohol.

Summary: When Tony and Bruce invite their best friend Carol to one of Tony’s interesting parties, Carol isn’t excited. That was until she met the older woman, Natasha. So maybe, Tony did deserve a ‘Thank you’.

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Carol had met Natasha at a dinner party, one hosted by her friend, Bruce’s husband Tony. Usually where usually rich men come in hopes of finding someone to spend time with. So when Tony invited Carol, she was skeptical.

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“I don’t need someone like that, Tony,” Carol rolled her eyes, but the smirk on his face got bigger. “Besides, I like being single.”

It was only half true. She liked her alone time with her two cats, but at the same time, she enjoyed the company of actual humans once and awhile.

“Okay, okay. Just go tomorrow night, and you might just connect with someone, and you’ll have a good time. Bruce and I will be there so if you don’t find anyone interesting, you can hangout with us.” he informed her.

Carol’s face lightened up. “Alright, but only because I like hanging out with you guys; mostly Bruce, if I’m being honest.” she said with a smile.

“Alright, well, we’ll pick you up at six-fifteen pm, so wear your best dress. You know, the one with the stripes?” Tony said, as Bruce gave Carol a hug.

“Alright, I’ll see you guys then! Next time, I’ll be cooking you guys dinner when you come over.” Carol walked them to the door, earning a chuckle from Tony.

“We’ll see you then!”

—-

When Tony and Bruce had told Carol they were on their way, she had almost told them that they could just go without her. But she knew if she told them that, Tony wouldn’t let her live it down.

The moment six-fifteen hit, she heard a loud rumble from the engine of Tony’s car. Grabbing her purse, she walked outside. Taking a deep breath as she locked the door, Carol blew out a sigh of relief when she remembered that she fed her cats, and gave them extra water before they had even told her. She was a mess, but she just hoped that tonight she wasn’t going to make a fool out of herself.

“So, I’ll buy you a drink, and you can mingle,” Tony continued as he paid attention to the road. “Like I said, you don’t find anyone, you can sit with us.”

Getting to the bar took twelve minutes, and with every step towards the front door, she regretted it. But when Bruce wrapped his arm around her shoulders, she relaxed a bit.

“Everyone’s really nice, I promise you,” he smiled, holding the door open as Tony led both of them into the building.

As they went in separate directions, Carol made her way to the bar. She wasn’t a fan of crowds, but it thankfully, it was a lot less crowded than she’d expect. Especially from the way Tony was talking, she didn’t know what to think, other than it being packed.

When the bartender approached her, she ordered a water. As soon as the words left her lips, she heard a soft chuckle next to her. Turning to see who made the noise, Carol was shocked to see a beautiful woman with fiery red hair.

“Ordering water at a bar?” she said, and Carol nodded shyly. “I admire that. I’m Natalia, but you can call me ‘Natasha’.”

“O-okay, it’s nice to meet you, Natasha. I’m Carol.” she cursed at herself for being so nervous. She was never like this.

“Such a pretty name for a pretty girl. May I sit down next to you?” Natasha asked, and when she whispered 'yeah’, she sat down quickly.

As the bartender handed her her water, Natasha turned to Carol. “So what brings you to this party?”

“My friend’s Bruce and Tony invited me, said I needed to get out and do things. Which, I agree with them, but will I ever admit to it? Not at all.” Natasha let out a laugh, and Carol could feel her cheeks heat up. Why did she always embarrass herself like that?

As the two talked more, Carol had found out a lot about Natasha. She was a cat person (thank goodness), she loved horror movies, she’s been to Paris five times, and she loved Vodka. It left Carol wanting to know more, and Natasha was happy to answer her questions in just the right way. Leaving her wanting to know more. She figured it was a game the older woman was playing, but Carol was more than willing to play.

“Would you like to come back to my house?” Carol blurted out, regretting it the moment it slipped out. Was it too soon? Was that going to scare Natasha away?

“Of course, pretty girl. You wanna tell Tony and Bruce you’re leaving? I’ll drive.” she smiled softly, and Carol nodded. She took a deep breath before turning around and walking to find them sitting on a couch.

“I’m leaving, so don’t wait around!”

—

As soon as they were at Carol’s, the two sat down on her couch. Unsure of what to do or to say, she went to go get Natasha a drink, even if she didn’t ask for one.

“Well, thank you sweet girl.” the redhead smiled, watching as Carol took a seat next to her. “So, what would you like to do? We can order food, my treat?”

Carol hated how easy she kept blushing, but Natasha had an effect on her. An effect that she really wanted more of, but would never admit to it.

“If we do, I’ll pay. You don’t have to spend your mon-” Carol began, but was cut off when she put her finger over her lips.

“Carol, sweet girl, why do you think I was at the party tonight?” she asked, her voice laced with something Carol couldn’t quite make out. When she didn’t answer, Natasha continued. “I’m looking for someone I can spoil, and spend time with. If you’d like to be that person, I’m more than willing to get to know you. If it’s not your cup of tea, then I won’t be upset.”

Carol blushed, looking down at the ground - mentally cursing herself. She should have known, especially out of all the nights she had met her there. Was at Tony’s party.

“I-I don’t think it would be a problem, you’re very beautiful and from what you’ve told me so far, you’re interesting, but.” she looked up at the older woman.

“But?”

“I want you to meet my cats! Nala and Vitani!” she said with a childish grin, which made Natasha roll her eyes.

“I’d love to meet your cats,” she smiled, smiling softly as Carol left the room to find her cats.

Natasha drank her water, jumping when one of her cats sat on her lap. Rubbing against her body, she put her water down onto the stand next to where she was sitting.

Smiling when the cat (she wasn’t sure if it was Nala or Vitani) rubbed herself against her. Soon after, Carol came back out holding the other.

“I couldn’t find Vitani, she doesn’t like to be around-” she cut herself off when she saw said cat on top Natasha. “She likes you, and trust me, she doesn’t like anyone.”

“Well that’s good to know! She’s a good little kitty.” she cooed, petting her as Carol sat down with Nala.

When the cats ran off, the two of them got to talking. “What would you like for dinner? My treat.” Natasha said, still adamant on paying for dinner.

“I’m kind of in the mood for pizza,” Carol admitted, finally giving in to Natasha’s stubbornness.

“Pizza? Alright sweet girl.”

—

Carol enjoyed the conversation as the two ate their dinner, occasionally watching whatever was on the screen. Before they knew it, it was two am.

“I’ve had a really good time tonight, Natasha,” Carol smiled, and Natasha smiled back at her.

“As did I,” Natasha said. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“I’m off, why what’s up?”

“I’ll pick you up at one if you’d like to come over? We can talk more on what we both want from this relationship.”

“Yeah! That’ll be okay, I’ve got to get my haircut in the morning so I’ll text you as soon as it’s done,”

“How about I pick you up at nine am? I have a nail appointment at nine thirty at my favorite salon and I’ll pay to get your haircut.” she offered as the two walked towards Carol’s front door.

“If you’re okay with that, than I’ll see you then!”

“Oh love, I’m more than okay with it.” with that, Natasha opened the door and left. Carol quickly put her number into her phone.

Oh how Tony truly deserved a thank you.

#my writing #mine #carolnat

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autismsupermusicalassassin · 2 years

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Under the Starry Night Sky

Poe Dameron x Fem!OC

warning: consumption of alcohol, jealous Poe, pure SMUT, breeding kink,P in V 🥵

Poe POV:

It’s wrong to fall in love with Elena Cass , the Ivory squadron new leader, Charlie ‘s sister. It’s been a few months and almost a year of Charlie death and his sister taking his place, when I first met her in person I mean she was fixing bb8 antenna when he got trapped in the crates back on D’qar . But there she is across the cantina which is odd, considering that she is usually at the hanger fixing her ship or that DK1 droid R0-GR , man that droid is annoying. I don’t know why but everything else about her is, wow amazing, cunning, kind hearted, speaking out what’s on her mind, stubborn sometimes but shy and force sensitive , I do wonder why is she is in the cantina ? I felt a nudged from Finn and I look at him “what?” I asked him, he just smiles drinking some Jawa juice “you been staring at her like your got hit by the love bug on Elena “ he said “but aren’t you guys have some frenemies or something?” I sighed “or something…….” I trailed off when I saw a man talking to her and felt different somehow like…..anger towards the man who is talking to Elena “who’s that man talking to Elena?” Finn shrugs “I think that’s Nel Jona, he is one of the blue squadrons finest mechanic , or at least that’s what he called himself that and what rose and Rey told me” after that , I watch nel putting his arms around Elena who looks uncomfortable I think and that made me take a harsh swing of my jet juice , “be right back “ I told Finn , leaving my drink to him I’m not going to regret getting that hangover later.

Elena (Jaina) POV:

This wasn’t my idea to come tonight, i want to go and train but general organa insisted that I need to relax for awhile so I went to the cantina for trying the drinks that are there and talked a a bit with my squadron who are recovering from their mission in the mid rim . As I walked in and spotted Poe with Finn, maker I love Poe kriffing Dameron and ugh it annoy me but lovingly due to the fact that Charlie trust him. “ I like to try the fuzzy tauntaun please?” I ask kindly towards the droid bartender. As I waited for my drink to come I felt Poe gaze at me but I’m not sure , the thought made me blush a bit, then one of the mechanics from blue squadron Nel jona came up to me close , way too close in my personal space “hey Elena, what’s a beautiful girl like you doing here this place?” Nel asked flirtatiously, which causes me to cringe “uh it’s none of your business Nel.” I replied getting my drink and sipping it , feeling the alcoholic drink slipping down my throat to my stomach. Nel just smirks and puts his arm around my shoulders which I try to move away from him “come on babe, why won’t I just let you let me show you a good time and-“ BAM turned and see Poe punched Nel in the face and Poe look mad “don’t you ever touch my girlfriend again!” He told nel , wait a minute girlfriend? I looked at Poe and he looked at me then gently grab my arm which causes my heart skipped at his touch, “let’s get out of here Star girl” and we both leave the cantina and into the starry night sky .

Narrator POV:

Poe lead Elena away from the crowd to the forest of the Ajan Kloss . They look at each other “why are we here and not at one of our rooms Dameron,?” she asked “ I didn’t want him or anyone else fallowing us” he answered looking at her blue eyes and pushing her dark blonde hair away from her face “I should’ve done this along time ago Elena” Poe said, before she can asked what he meant he kisses her , causing her to froze a bit but kisses right back to him passionately “how long did you wanted to do that?” Elena asked Poe “the moment when you tricked stormtroopers to go near those creepervines” he joked as he stripped her clothes off of her making her shiver when he kisses her neck, chest and breast . “I really, mmm hate those plants” she replied with a moan from him and she try to undressed him but grabbed her wrist “beg” Poe said sternly causes Elena to be caught off Guard “w-what?” “beg Elena, beg me to fuck you” he said as he starts discarded his clothes “beg for my fucking cock to be inside you”, marker they are drunk but Elena starts begging for it “please fuck me poe , please fuck me with your cock “ just like that, he lifted her up “good girl “ he said and put his hard member slowly in her which she groans to adjust to his length that was in her but continues kissing him while he starts thrusting slowly before he can picked up the pace. Elena both afraid and yet enjoying it due to it being her first time having sex, “f-faster…..” she said and Poe looked at her with his handsome brown eyes that were full of lust, his black curly hair and light tan skin “you sure Star girl?” He asked . “Yes, flyboy,” Elena said feeling her her orgasm building up and Poe noticed it “don’t come without me and that’s an order” he said, which she nodded quickly. She felt her back on earthly ground making an new angle for Poe hitting her g-spot hard.

It’s must’ve been hours of sex for the both of them ,panting Poe and Elena were cover with their sweat and feeling bite marks that were turning into bruises on their skin while holding each other for Elena she was exhausted and unknowingly being filled with dameron’s seed in her body . “Did I hurt you or anything?” Poe asked her, which she smiles weakly “at first but then it didn’t hurt” she answered in his embrace “ I m glad you like your first time “ there was a pause that made them realize that both of them needed to get to their rooms before everyone would realize that they were missing “Poe, why did you call me your girlfriend back there in the cantina?” Elena asked causing Poe to froze thinking why did he call her his girlfriend? “I didn’t like how Nel was in your personal space and I have to be honest with you, I love ya “ he told her looking down at her tired form. “ Poe, I know that you love me more than anything. Not just because I have the Force or anything “ Elena said taking his hand “because I also love you too.” “I’m glad that I made you mine then huh?” “yes, you are” they both smile and starts putting their clothes back on, “we might this again some point just not on the floor okay?” Poe laughs and helps pick her up off the ground.”I’ll keep that in mind “ like that both drunken pilots went back to their rooms to get some rest.

In the next morning both of them gotten the worst hangover in their entire life and barely remember what happened last night other than that what happened was took place under a starry night sky.

A/n : wow first smut oneshot fic with Poe Dameron and my oc Elena Cass/jaina solo. Hopefully I won’t be doing that again until I finish my Star Wars moon knight crossover fic which will take awhile to work/ finish on.🌙🧡💗

#poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron is my space boyfriend #poe dameron #Poe Dameron x fem oc #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x f!reader #smut #poe dameron smut

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yesimdelusional · 11 months

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Champagne Problems-Zemo x OC (wife)

Summary: Zemo gets drunk trying forget the loss of his wife and son and relives the fist time her met her. Based loosely off of Champagne problems by taylor swift

Warnings: Sad, cute, use of alcohol, mentions of death, cursing,let me know if i missed anything

But champagne wasn't enough. Not even the most expensive ones, which would usually be passed out at the most luxurious of parties. But this was not a time of celebration or joy. He walked slowly dressed in all black, eyes even darker than his coat, the poor man had lost everything significant in his life. As he reached the spot it began to pour rain and that only made him more miserable. Cold and wet. Clutching to the bouquet of roses he stared down at their graves. His wife: Adeline Dorothea Zemo. His son: Carl Helmut Zemo. He should have never left you both in that car with his father. Oh, his father, who taught him everything, to catch a ball, to write and read, and what had he done in return? Left him to die with his family.

"Draga, I have failed you." He sighs and sets the bouquet in front of her grave, the rain not letting up. He begins to reminiscent in the warm memories of when he first met the wondrous woman.

"Move out of the way! I'm so sorry!" Adeline was going as fast as she could on her bike. She had this crazy idea to attach a motor to the bike instead of having to pedal all over the hills of Sokovia. Her parents thought she was fucked in the head but that didn't stop her. And it had served her well for the first thirty minutes until she was being chased by the sokovian police for having an unregistered "vehicle" though she had tried to explain it was just a bike but they wouldn't take that for an answer.

Her once white converses which now had been stained brown from playing in the mud reached out and knocked over stacked boxes to slow down the officer. Her bright blue eyes looked over her shoulders laughing as they had to avoid them, her strawberry blonde hair blowing in the wind.

"Shit!" She lost control of the bike not looking where she was going, frantically moving the handle bars side to side trying to regain balance.

"Lookout!" She yelled trying to warn a teenage boy that had suddenly got in her way. But it was too late, she could see the shock on his face as she crashed into him pushing him to the ground landing on top of him. She lifted herself up, staring at the boy below her his chocolate brown eyes meeting hers. She had to admit he had beautiful features, his soft brown hair seemed to fall perfectly into place. Adeline shook out of her trance and stood up.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry! I did not mean to hit you I swear." She offered her hand to him and he took it pulling himself up.

"Don't worry, no harm done?" He smiled at her, he was quite angelic so she thought.

"Right." She couldn't help but laugh, pushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"Eh hem" She stoped laughing, body going rigged as she turned around to face a Sokovian officer. "You're coming with me young lady."

"Oh don't worry about it officer. She's with me." The man looked over at the boy and recognized him immediately.

"Of course, I almost didn't recognize you Baron Zemo." Surprised Adeline looked over at the boy next to her, he was a Baron. Out of all the people she could've hit, why him? She could tell the officer was annoyed when turning around to leave that she got away with it but she wasn't complaining.

"I am super sorry, I didn't even realize who you were and-" she trailed off listing all the things she was sorry about. "-and please don't kill me." She probably should've stopped talking awhile ago but some would say she was a professional at apologizing.

"Hey calm down I'm not gonna kill you." He reassured her.

"Oh well that's a relief." He chuckled, despite knowing this girl for less than five minutes he already admired her. Her blue eyes filled with joy and her smile shining bright, and the faded freckles on her cheeks.

"What's your name if you don't mind me asking?"

"Adeline." She held out her hand as she introduced herself, formally this time.

"Well Adeline, I was about to go get ice cream. It would be shame if I had to go alone. He smirked as he carelessly flirted with her.

She giggled catching onto his hint. "It would be a tragedy wouldn't it?"

He was abruptly brought back to reality as one single tear glides down his cheek. He reached over to grab the bottle of champagne on the table. He was now back at his house drowning his sorrows away. He dug into his pocket pulling out a picture of you laughing resting your newborn son on your hip and in his other pocket, his mothers ring that he had given to you as a symbol of his love and devotion. He sighed in thought and poured himself another glass.

Oh champagne problems.

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Hey guys i hoped you enjoyed this! it's my first fanfic. Good news this is only one of multiple that i plan to write so if you wanna be on the tag list let me know!

I plan to base these off of taylor swift songs so if you wanna request anything you can, you can also request different characters, specifically from marvel.

#helmut zemo #wife and husband #marvel #original character #taylor swift #fluff #cute #baron zemo #champagne problems #marvel fanfic series #evermore #fanfic

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shaisuki · 8 months

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GODSEND TO HIM, A SIN FOR THE OTHER

GETO SUGURU x CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── noncon, established relationship, blood and violence, pregnancy, kids (reader and geto have kids), heavy angst, best friend! gojo, flashbacks, jealousy, no curses au, alcohol consumption, dead dove not eat.

─── first chapter. last chapter.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ for every mistake, punishment takes place.

some things are meant to be hidden. a secret. someone should not dwell with. it's the way to keep things as they are. the most successful things are built in lies — it's better this way. relationships are no exceptions in this unwritten rule. after all, the most successful marriages are built in lies.

that's how you did it. not wanting to risk all the hard work you both built for this life, for this family. never letting the monster get in the way. you kept it. swallow the humiliation you had to endure. try to keep the relationship with your husband to keep afloat. you need to be strong. for the good of all.

geto knew something was up. the moment your smiles wouldn't reach your eyes. the layers of clothing. the mood swings. the fleeting intimacies that you gave to him. everything was forced. he didn't pry it at first. not wanting to upset you and sooner or later you'll open up to him, like you always do but there's always the breaking point which you could never pretend in front of him.

fights among siblings let alone twins is nothing out of ordinary considering they were growing up. exploring and knowing their feelings are considered to be part of understanding things and with the patience and with some comforting words where you would break the twins for fighting and explain what they truly felt and will apologize for hurting the others. that was your approach in teaching the twins to be humble and geto would watch. feeling proud and lucky for having you, raising the children with love.

that's what you are not until you've raised your voice. irritation evident in your voice making the twins stop fighting with each other and tears pooling at the corner sof their eyes. realizing what you have done, horror painting the expression in your face. immediately kneeling in front of the twins and scooping them into a hug.

“i'm sorry nana, mimi. mama never meant it, kay? i'm sorry. i'm sorry.” you apologized over and over again. the twins burying their faces in your shoulders while you try to soothe the two. you never mean it.

geto watch the scene unfold in front of him. it's like you were different. never did he expect for you to snap at them and the seeing you panicking. uneasiness creeps up on him. it's time for him to interfere. it looks like you aren't opening up to him soon.

he finds you in the kitchen washing the dishes. seeing you distressed and the need to talk to you without the twins around, he decided to drop the kids to his parents. they were bothering him for awhile to spend the time with their grandkids and it was the right time.

turning off the faucet, he kisses the side of your head. bringing you back to what you're supposed to be doing. “let me take care of this, i'll join you in bed after this.” he assures you and you nod. there's a squeeze in his chest. you didn't even bother to call his name, not a kiss bestowed upon him. usually you would stop what you were doing, dry your hands in the apron and turns around to hug him and place the sweetest kiss in his lips and you will call his name cutely. telling how much you've missed him but today — no, it's been days and in that moment geto knew there is something bothering you.

you didn't bother to acknowledge his presence, curled up in the side of your bed.

“hey.” he murmurs. his lips ghosting over your exposed skin in your neck. his hair drapes in your shoulder while he places his arm in your stomach and the others pats your hair softly. he only receives a brush of your shoulder hitting his chest and it frustrates him but he never let it control him. knowing that it would turn worse. he sighs.

“what's wrong?”

“there's nothing wrong, suguru.”

turning your head to prove your point but never meeting his gaze.

“there is if you're treating me like this. if this is about you getting upset over the twins, i understand. tell me, please. i couldn't bear to see you acting this way.” he reasoned with his most calm voice. trying for you to open up with him.

“it's not about the twins and i told you there is nothing wrong.” you retorted. you still didn't face him. remaining motionless and geto, he shouldn't be forcing you but he needs to know. he can't let this end today. not wanting to see you pretending in front of him.

“nothing's wrong? and if there is nothing wrong look me in the eyes and tell me nothing is wrong.” holding your cheek while he grabs your shoulder to face him.

“sugu, please don't. i don't want to talk about it. please.” you begged, your voice starting to crack and given your husband's strength. he instantly made you face him.

“just tell me and it would be over. i won't bother you again.” his voice soft, one of the times he oftens used after arguments.

you shake your head and you can't bring yourself to look at him straight in the eyes. you couldn't look. knowing that his loving gaze with trust and devotion swirling in those hues of purple in his eyes.

when you dared to look at his eyes. this is the first time you've looked at him. he was sort of relieved but is short lived when your eyes turned glossy and droplets of tears began to pour out from your eyes.

his eyes widening upon seeing your tears. he never seen you cry this much. this tears it was different. like it was building inside you, waiting for it to break and this is the time.

“he—"

“i'm sorry. i'm sorry— i—i—” your voice cracks and you began sobbing. crying your eyes out.

it broke his heart. knowing how heavy whatever burden you were carrying for these last days.

“you don't need to apologize. i apologize for forcing you.” he assures you while he holds you in his arms. letting you cry out in his chest.

“n—no. i betrayed you. i don't want to ruin, — i don't want you to blame yourself. h-he....”

he? did he hear that right. you were beating yourself up. what are you talking about betraying him and blaming himself. he needs to know more.

“i—i was waiting for you to come home. i was going to tell you that i—” there's a brief pause, finding the right words to tell him. you hesitate for a moment before continuing. “i'm pregnant.” your voice barely above whisper.

he didn't know if he should be happy or sad or be excited at the revelation. he's somehow happy, you were carrying his child again after being blessed with twins and geto is grateful for it. another bundle of joy gracing his life with you again. this moment should be celebrated, worship you with what he have to offer to you he would but the tears and you distraught tells another story. he wouldn't know this if he didn't press the matter with you.

flinching away from him. acting like you being pregnant is the biggest mistake in his whole life. clutching your stomach in an attempt to comfort yourself.

“you're pregnant and you're only telling me right now? why?” he's lost for words. his large palms cupping your round cheeks. droplets of tears rolling.

there is another kind of heartbreak seeing his wife hurt and broken. treating him like he wasn't your place of comfort, to make you feel safe.

“i got scared after what happened.” another fresh batch of tears cascades down your cheeks.

“i don't want to hurt you and be the reason for everything falling out with you.” you sob. every word coming out from your mouth made it impossible to breath.

he holds the sides of your head to look up to him. “and you think beating yourself is the only way to avoid hurting me? i don't care if you'll hurt me, tell me the truth. who's the fucker who harmed you?” he sternly asked.

shaking your head while you blink back the tears. not wanting to remember the night he defiled you in your own home.

geto had the idea of who is it but brushed the idea. believing that he could never do it to you. to him. holding the suspicion until you confessed everything to him.

“it's not your fault. please (y/n). tell me.”

“i thought it was you, he came in drunk. i told him to wait for you and for him to sober up, i went to make him coffee and h-he crept up on me. i pushed him but he didn't back away.”

more tears came streaming down your face and your words barely coherent. you tried to hide it but it was too heavy for you to carry and not having the strength to face him the next day. you braced yourself for him to push you, blame you for you own weakness. you continued to tell him despite the pain.

“i told him— i'm with child.” your voice barely a whisper, holding your stomach and geto looks over to your plump belly.

his jaw clenching from the anger. for failing to protect you but there's more worst to come and he wishes he didn't ask more.

“did he—”

“he stopped—i —i thought it was over. i thought he was sobering up and he told me how he tried for you to cheat on me and—a—and—.....”

he can't even fathom where to begin. he never needed the name to know. you were frightened, scarred to utter the name you deeply hated.

your body shakes, not even his touches could calm you down and the pieces finally putting in place together. you were more scared of him. the apologies repeating like a broken record.

did he put too much faith on his best friend to believe he would never hurt you. where is the friend he could call his brother. never did he thought he was capable of doing this to you.

“i tried to stop him, begged him. i was afraid the twins will wake up and he'll hurt them. i'm so sorry, suguru. i'm sorry.”

he didn't say anything. placing his hand in the back of your head to place into his chest while you cried. the endless tears soaking his shirt but he didn't care. he felt pathetic. leaving you alone to fend for yourself. using yourself to protect his children with you when it is his responsibility to protect his family from harm.

he didn't know if he can forgive himself nor the man whom he treated like a brother.

it was the first breath of spring. a time for new beginnings. a start for everything. he was freshman at that time and so is geto suguru.

they were inseparable. gojo came from a family made of old money and geto came from a humble family. despite that it didn't hinder the bond forming between them. they have each other's back despite their differences.

polar opposites they were. gojo knows how he holds the world in his hands and he takes it for granted. doesn't mean he didn't care for others. it's just how the world works in his and he accepted that. geto on the other hand lived in justice. the saviour in everyone's eyes but it's not charity work. it's for the things he deemed what's right.

they had fallouts too. it's the times where their ideologies clashed. in the end they come to terms of it, like siblings after every fight. then slowly but surely they were like the brothers they never had.

gojo remembers the first time you came into the picture. you weren't special for him and definitely to suguru. he knows suguru like the back of his hand and you were not exactly his type. he was sure you were just going to be another extra in their lives and it will stay that way.

fate begs to differ. when he noticed geto changed. not entirely changed but the way he talks about you like he found a new purpose in his life. the saving grace in his life. he witnessed it all. what he thought was temporary became permanent. it was sudden but accepted it nonetheless.

you fell first but suguru fell harder.

one night in a bar where clinking of glasses can be heard and music booming throughout the room. they sat reminiscing their high school lives and college.

things changed but you remained in their lives. in suguru's life — in his world. you became a part of his world but becoming the world to suguru would be more befitting.

“suguru. you've changed.” gojo started, downing his drink.

geto raised a brow at him and chuckles.

“she got you bad, huh?"

“she's perfect.” geto replied. looking at his reflection in the glass.

gojo tried to find what's special to you that got his friend smitten to you. you're kind of pretty? nothing out of the ordinary.

being suguru's girlfriend meant he sees you more than often then it begins to see you in a different light and it became clear why suguru loves you more than anything in the world.

you became suguru's confidant in everything. the one who fought by his side through trials and tribulations. the light in his darkest days. his hope when everything fails. the one who understood him. the only person who can easily turn his world upside down and pulls the most genuine of smiles from him.

and it crossed in his mind. he wants that too. gojo satoru who have everything wanted the thing he could never have. you.

he tried to find it, someone like you but with no such luck he didn't find it. they were always the same. women who wants nothing but only the pleasure of his company and his wallet.

he wants you but how could he have you when your heart belongs to someone else and suguru have it.

then the green-eyed monster had shown its face. he swore he's not jealous. he wants suguru happy and that's enough but it never was.

maybe he can steal you from him. that never happened not when suguru had informed him the biggest decision of his life.

the second suguru showed him the ring. it was over. suguru didn't need him to change his mind, convinced him that it's a bad decision.

“satoru, i want to spend the rest of my life with her.” is the last thing suguru said to him and he's transported with the newly married couple in front of him. never been happier that they could ever be.

years passed, he abandoned the idea. indulging himself with the pleasure and with the hope he'll find someone like you along the way. unfortunately, it continued the same.

when he arrived at that home, yours and suguru's. the feelings surfaced again. even though you're now married and a mother to suguru's children. how long he missed seeing your face again. your eyes full of life and hope, adoration evident in your face when you look at his best friend. oh how he wished you could look to him like that.

there are newly added trinkets in the living room. the pictures are familiar, considering he was there. the special events in your life with suguru. the wedding picture with a sonogram tucked inside the frame. twins. it's suguru's and yours. children you both call your own.

he feels the sensation of being stabbed in his chest the longer he stares at the picture and he wants to break it. before he could do anything he was called.

you weren't warming up to him. no matter what the occasion is, you kept your guard when he's present. the whispers and the conversations with suguru about him. how he presents himself to you like he hated you. if only you knew. you weren't to blame for it. the first impressions made an impact on both of your lives. not liking each other upon the first meeting and he understands it. there is a denial in everything and he's no exception of it. too late for him to realize he was falling for you.

when things don't favor him, gojo had this habit to indulge himself. a way for him to deal with the first of his failures in his life and for the first time it was heartbreak. blinded by his jealousy and the want to ruin everything. including his dearest best friend and his wife.

he knows he's a lightweight, when the alcohol draws fire in his throat he was dizzy. he didn't know where he was. he thinks he'll wake in a stranger's bed again and he's walking away where his body would take him and it brought him to you.

knocking at the door with no hesitation and he can hear the footsteps nearing the door and when it opened he stumbles. calling your name in a flirty way and guiding him to sit on the couch.

he sat there for awhile, trying to combat the intoxication. he sits still your voice waking him up and your scent it drives him crazy. good thing he didn't consume much — it's enough to keep his inhibitions and he's sobering slowly.

he stands up following you to the kitchen, he sees you grabbing a mug from the cupboard and his sick fantasies came up to him. seeing you all domestic and caring, he began to carry it out. his large arms wrapping around your plush waist and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. inhaling your scent like a husband would do after work, except he wasn't your husband, he's not suguru.

some fucking would be nice when you love him and you're eager to please him. it clearly wouldn't happen when you pushed him. the mug shattering into tiny pieces as you dropped it.

“come on, (y/n). is this how to treat your husband's buddy?” he coos while you slowly backed away from him. he steps forward, the sound of cracking resonates in the silence of your kitchen.

“suguru will be home soon, you should go now.” you warned to him but he ignores it.

“not for an another hour.” he smugly says. slapping the side of his head to shake the remnants of the alcohol in muddied brain. taking off his glasses and he sees you clearly.

the nightie you were wearing suits you. a pretty coal-colored highlighting your skin. the stretch marks visible and considering what you were wearing. suguru would come home in such a tempting delight which he'll gladly feasts on and he wishes it was meant for him.

when your back hit the wall behind you. he couldn't resist to touch you and the moment he did. you slapped him. he licks his lips. touching the spot where your hand came in contact with his cheek followed by a warn.

“don't touch me.”

he almost want to laugh. acting brave but under that false bravado of yours — you were scared.

the longer he stares at you, it reminds him that you were never his and an attempt to guilt you of things. his mouth opening to spite you.

“you know, suguru and i were unstoppable. we're wild, young and free...” holding his dark glasses and he sees his reflection. his blue eyes glimmering. looking back at you to tell all the things how they lived their life before you came.

“then you came, barging into suguru's life. i thought it wouldn't last. sugu's not one for commitments, you know. you were just going to be his plaything and then he fell for you, hard and then he's married you and heck, you even gave him twins.” he recalls how suguru changes the way he lived. putting efforts the things he didn't bother to do. how you occupied his mind with the thoughts lingering.

you ruined everything, you ruined suguru. he convinces himself that it was your fault and suguru could never back to the way he lived before you but it never was. he wants the life suguru have with you.

“i'm happy for him. truly. suguru's a lucky one, ain't he?” he doesn't mean it. he was never really happy for suguru no matter what.

he studied your expression, there was fear. he can almost hear your heart beating. his gaze following your sight while he speaks up. you were planning to get away from him.

“i'm not finished, (y/n).”

placing his hand in your shoulder which you immediately slapped. “i said don't touch me!” he didn't listen. finding your outburst rather adorable. this was the angry you.

he squeezes your shoulders rendering you freezing up. “i'm not jealous of suguru but seeing you two happy makes me want to destroy it.” he stares at you deeply.

caging you in his arms and you fear what will happen next. “satoru, please! the twins are sleeping upstairs!” cute. such a good mother you are. you were concerned for your children than your own being. it brings a scowl to his face. your children are another reminder of what he wanted.

you were on the verge of tears. looking back and forth to him and to the stairs. how would you look when you cry? the thought made him hard. his cock straining in his pants and you were so close to him.

his sight lowering to see your soft belly protruding in the nightie you were wearing. he places his palm in it. relishing the warmth and softness of it. the fertile womb you have to carry such healthy children. “suguru's blessed. a wife to come home to, a warm bed with you beside him, children who loves him and you.” placing his cold palm in your cheek in which upon the contact, you recoiled like he was disgusting.

you inhaled and exhaled. a attempt to calm yourself it seems. he was wrong. with all your strength you shove him. smart girl. he thought but he was fast. catching your hand but you pulled it fast enough to get away from him and you ran.

you were slow. in his long strides he immediately caught up to you. his large hand grabbing the back of your nightie and followed by a ripping sound. halting your speed making you trip and on instinct.

he traps you with his body. dwarfing you in size despite being bigger than other girls. pinning your arms beside your head to stop you from thrashing. he can't help but to break in a huge grin seeing you helpless under him.

“me and suguru used to share a lot in things. what's the difference when i'm having a taste of what's his?” leaning down to kiss you but you avoided it by moving your head to the side. ending with only kissing your cheek.

gojo was frustrated with this and when you screamed at him. he stopped, hearing the next words coming out from your mouth.

“stop it! I'm with child!” his grip loosens and then you started crying. removing himself from you and then you curled up to the side. covering your mouth with your hand to muffle the cries, the whimpers and hiccups escapes everytime you breathe.

he sat there, contemplating about his haste decisions. you have that effect to people — to men like him. losing their inhibitions when they fall for you. he peers at you behind the bangs of his hair. your body shook with every sob and whimper. this is what he have to ruin. you're a temptress and he should let you know the effect you have to suguru.

the times where he tried for suguru to betray you. tempting him with women whose close to perfection, who had more character than you, who have many things to offer more him. say the word and they'll bend on his will. geto remained unfazed with the women presented in front of him — he's fully aware of his charms to the opposite sex . a disinterested smile while he lights a cigarette. he got only eyes for you.

can suguru look at you the same when he takes you for him?

you look divine. like an angel for him to ruin. the strap of your nightie falls in your shoulder. your back exposed, the gash in your clothing adds the allure you have. the slip-up dress rides showing your creamy thighs. it's like you were meant for him but another man had to take you away.

he thinks of suguru. things will change definitely after this. he thinks of him. his dear wife sprawled on the floor — crying her eyes out from his own doings. what made him stop? it is because he's aware that you're pregnant and he couldn't do that to you or he's blinded by his own jealousy and realizing that he can't own everything. he didn't know, all he can think is you. he waited. he was patient the whole way. no one can ever make him feel the way you bewitched him.

he didn't care anymore.

and he did the unthinkable. his cold hands warming up from the contact of your warm skin. you immediately thrashed over him but he didn't stop. spreading your legs wide open to place himself between it. freeing his hardened cock to his pants to nest at your heat. you have the prettiest pussy he had ever seen. slick drips between them. he holds your wrists preventing from resisting him.

he swiftly entered inside you. groaning at the warmth of your velvety walls gripping him so sweetly. he stares at you while he fucks you. the tears falling like waterfalls while he continued to slip inside and out. he can't hear you pleading—only the involuntarily moans and whimper sounding so heavenly in his ears.

when he was sure you aren't going to fight him anymore, your plush stomach riddled with stretch marks and scars exposed to him. watching as it jiggles from his ministrations. his fingers digging at the softness of them without a care of the life growing inside you.

with a cunt so tight gripping his cock. it didn't take long for him to empty himself inside you. panting softly after the sweet release he had. he slips out of you. staring at your spent body with lust. he felt no remorse. he tasted you and it was worth the betrayal.

your body trembles while you press yourself to the wall. curling up like you accepted what he had done. his sight darting to the damaged nightie. picking it up to dress you. forcefully dressing you up.

he went to touch you but you screeched at him. yelling at him to get out. standing on wobbly legs and throwing a punch to him with all your might. it didn't hurt him. he allows you to punch until your legs gave up. kneeling in the cold floor while you hug yourself.

with no words and the deed done, he left. closing the door to leave you alone. he's numb up at this point. he can hear your cries merging with the cold wind blowing in the blue night.

“suguru, i love you. more than anything in the world.”

he laughs followed by a long sweet kiss to your lips when he heard that coming from you. scooping you in his arms as he spins you around. squealing and giggling the whole time.

“i love you too.” he says back and suguru felt he hit the jackpot when you smiled at him.

it seems like yesterday when you said that to him and it never changed. loving him with all your heart without asking anything to return. all in a night of confessions change in his outlook of life forever.

a wife's cry is equivalent to the fury for the husband. images of you crying keeps replaying in his mind. the anguish and the shame. blaming yourself for the helplessness you have shown for the best friend he calls.

he didn't understand why gojo would escalate into something like this. he needs to know why.

in situation where suguru needs to find gojo—there's only one place he frequented. a small bar located near the ends of the city. entering the bar he sees his friend. nursing a drink in one of the seats. the bartender drying glasses and pouring drinks for the other regulars.

geto sat beside him, he isn't the type to throw a punch without a reason and cause a scene with eyes watching around them. he don't want this extras to meddle with his own life — their lives.

“want to take this outside, satoru?”

“sure.”

they settled in a deserted park. no one will interfere and before anyone could speak. geto fist swung, colliding with satoru's cheek. the latter stumbles upon the contact. his glasses falling into the ground, showing his blue eyes. blood spilling in the corner of his mouth. his posture hunched and gojo shakes his head. spitting the blood.

geto didn't give him the time to recover swinging his fist again, hitting satoru again in the cheek. it was heavier than the first punch making him fall to the ground. his back hitting the grassy ground and geto holds his collar.

“what's your deal, satoru?” his voice dripping with venom and gojo didn't need to ask what this is all about.

“this isn't like you suguru, getting worked up for some woman.” gojo chuckles meeting suguru's bloodshot eyes raging with fury and geto punched him again.

“woman? the woman you are talking about is my wife, satoru. why the hell did you do that? answer me." pulling gojo by the collar of his shirt.

“i was drunk.” gojo reasoned. a poor excuse for defiling you.

“drunk? drunk enough to creep up to my wife and force her? she's begging for you to stop and what did you do? you violated her! made her feel that it was her fault that it happened that you can't control yourself!” geto's eyes narrowed.

gojo inhaled sharply before exhaling. looking at the dark sky behind suguru. he didn't regret it. no matter how suguru lashes out to him. it was worth to get beat up.

“she ruined you, suguru. you weren't like this. what happened to you?” gojo stares at him with such confidence, no remorse in his eyes and it made suguru's blood to boil.

“she didn't ruin anything, satoru. you ruined her. she didn't deserve that. even a monkey would act better than you, satoru. i didn't know you would stoop this low.”

“i thought we were fine with sharing, suguru. you can't be that selfish for me not to have your wife. she—”

gojo didn't finish what he was saying. geto's fist interrupting him. pummeling his face with no hesitation. geto sees red. his fists acting like they had a mind on their own. he didn't know his friend anymore. it's true, they shared a lot in the past but it was before you.

they were young, wild and free. acting they ruled the world. they were unstoppable. when suguru met you. he changed. wanting to be the man you deserved.

“it's the past, satoru. my wife is not a toy to be passed around. hurting her is the same as betraying me, satoru. i won't lament over the bond we shared. this is a reminder, a consequence of what you've done, satoru.” dropping his collar and with that suguru left him alone. in that cold park. bloodied and bruised. he'll live.

geto grabbed a stick of cigarette in his pocket. lighting it up. wiping the blood smeared into his cheek and he shakes his head looking at his bloodied knuckles. taking a drag of the cigarette and exhaling the fumes.

he didn't regret what he had done. it wasn't half of the pain he inflicted to you. he needs more, much worse from what he had done. he would heal from that wounds but you — you will never heal from what he had done but he will make sure you wouldn't hurt anymore. he will try to make you forget it even it is the last thing he'll do.

gojo laid bruised and bloodied. he can't open his left eye. he didn't care. was it too much to ask for anything, for you. perhaps he underestimated suguru.

after what he had done, gojo can't help but to think of you. a godsend you are to suguru and you will be always the sin for him and he would repeat the same sin — again and again.

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