#(hang ten fingers but shaking the hand back and forth) and she was just like. uh-huh okay.

[softlyspector]

clouds

Summary: Joel comes home to find you telling your daughter a bedtime story.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Word count: ~1.6k

Warnings: Joel and the reader have a daughter together, certified girl dad Joel Miller, allusions to events in tlou part 2, Joel is a sad old guy, Joel and Ellie are not on good terms, completely unedited

A/N: Hello. I saw a compilation of all the times Joel called Ellie kiddo and this is what spilled forth from that emotional turmoil. Also, it was a nice lil challenge to write something short. I would love to hear your thoughts💕

Joel is still kicking off his boots by the front door when he hears giggling. 

The sound is like a shot of poison, like new love and cotton candy dreams, all in one. It’s something that never fails to take him back some twenty odd years. 

Yellow lamplight, purple and pink sheets, soccer trophies, pictures stuck to the walls. Texas heat and the muted hum of overhead fans. Laughter and storybooks.

He shakes the memory of that time, of that little girl away. Snow is splattered in little puddles around the front door’s mat now, and Joel isn’t sure how long he’s been standing there, lost in another time. 

Joel hangs up his coat and listens for it again, the tinkling bells of it. The little laughs that fill him with worrisome dread and the buoyancy of ten thousand balloons, with inadequacy and the roundness of champagne bubbles. 

Even though he’s hungry, even though he wants nothing more than to lie down on the couch and rest for just a goddamn second, he goes slowly up the stairs, avoiding all the little places he knows creak and crack. 

The landing and the hall are bled through with the glow of golden light. It streams in from the bathroom, where you must have forgotten to turn off the light, and one of the bedrooms. The smell of lavender soap leaches out into the hall, fragrant and thick but not cloying. It smells like sleep and safety, like his family, like babies. 

“Did you know that the clouds used to be ruled by monsters?” Your voice slips out into the hall from the other door, a pocket of light cracking the floorboards open.

Joel steps carefully closer, until he can see you and a tiny girl that looks everything like you, and nothing like him. 

“Monsters? Really?” The girl you’re tucking into bed raises a skeptical brow at you. He hears, but doesn’t see, Ellie snort from somewhere within, the gentle creak of the rocking chair she must be sitting in following. 

It stops his heart for a moment, freezes his body where he stands.

Ellie hasn’t been inside this house since…

When he…

He knows she’s been there. Because she still cares about you, about that girl that’s half his, that she thinks of as a sister, that is her sister. And he’s glad she has the two of you, even if he’ll never have her again. 

Ellie is never there when he’s there, never. 

Not anymore. 

You cock your head to the side, the movement birdlike. “Oh, neither of you believe me, huh? It’s true.” You tug the comforter higher around your daughter’s shoulders before brushing your fingers along her temple. “A long time ago they lived there. It’s why the sky turns stormy sometimes.” 

“Why? If they used to live there?” 

“Good catch,” you nod knowingly, curling your fingers around hers when she reaches for your hand. 

“And it still storms,” Ellie points out. Joel knows she’s rolling her eyes. 

You hum, brushing slow fingers against your daughter’s forehead with your free hand. “Well, aren’t you two my smart girls?” 

Ellie scoffs again, while another giggle from his baby reshapes his heart, floats long on the air, bubbly and bright. 

He pushes open the door before you can continue, forgetting for a moment, that things aren’t like before. “Ain’t you a little old to be arguin’ about bedtime stories?” 

The smile on Ellie’s face drops away when he steps into the room, and he tries not to let that bed down in his soul. Her expression goes steely and closed off. 

The room, decked out in warm swatches of green and yellow, goes a little tense. There’s a little stuffed giraffe from Ellie at the foot of her bed, but everything else is covered in whatever you and he can find with bats on it. 

He hadn’t expected this phase, but you find it funny. Spooky, you said of it, and cute. 

“Daddy,” Evie’s voice, squeaky and tinny. She reaches for him, chubby little fingers clenching and releasing. 

“Hi, baby,” he coos, reaches down so she can touch his hand. 

He’s too old to have a kid this little, one that can wrap her hand around his finger in lieu of his whole hand, who’s tiny hand was a little starfish against his palm. 

Still, he wouldn’t change it for the world. 

You stand from where you were perched on the edge of the little bed Joel built with his own hands. You lean down and tuck the blanket higher around her shoulders for a second time. A kiss is planted against her forehead. “Goodnight, baby.” 

“‘Night, mama.” 

“I’m gonna let daddy say goodnight now, okay? He never gets to put you to bed.” 

“Okay.” 

“Ask him to tell you a story,” you whisper, secretive about it. “He knows a lot of good ones.”

She giggles again. “Okay.”  

You pull back and straighten. The glowing eyes of your child follow the movement, then shift to him, big and full of life and all you. 

Ellie stands, clearly intending to follow you, her eyes focused on the ceiling, then the floor. She fidgets with two fingers and resolutely does not look at Joel. 

You lean into his side as you pass, your chest pressed against his arm when you kiss his cheek, before you make to leave. “Hold on now,” he hooks a hand in the crook of your elbow and keeps you close, acutely aware of how long it's been since all four of you have been in a room together. “Ain’t you gonna tell us why monsters ruled the clouds?” 

You smile softly at him, indulging him. “Well, don’t you know they were as afraid of us as we were of them?” 

“No, I didn’t,” he admits like this is something he’s heard of or thought on before, loosening his hold on your arm. You turn and Ellie glances up, meets your eyes but not his. She looks uncomfortable, like diving out the window might be preferable to standing in the same room as him. 

“They were,” you concede. “They were scared of us. And then it turned out that neither were as scary as the other thought. And the storms are just little reminders, of all the things that wouldn’t have been possible, had they stayed in the clouds forever.” 

Joel’s stomach goes sour, but Eva says, “Where are they now, mama?” 

“Right here with us,” you smile. “Because we were the same all along.” 

You lean in and kiss Joel’s cheek. 

Then you’re gone, and the door is shut before either he or Ellie can move. 

She’s still fidgeting, rolling her knuckles against her opposite hand, the skin pinching white. 

“So stupid,” she mutters. “Stupid story.” 

Joel just watches her for a minute before he fills in the place you’d vacated next to his daughter. Tiny fingers seek out his. She’s the littlest thing in the world, that he’s sure of. 

“Wasn’t too bad.” He glances up from Eva to Ellie. “You doin’ all right, kiddo?” 

Her face goes blank and then righteous with anger, hot and burning bright. But her eyes shift to the little girl looking so innocently up at both of them, wide eyes siding between them. 

Some of that fury recedes, just a little. “I should go,” she says roughly instead. 

It sinks part of his heart, sends it out to drift on an icy sea. But he just nods. “Okay,” he agrees softly. “We’ll see y’around.” 

She opens her mouth, like she wants to say something else. But she looks at Eva again, and doesn’t. “Yeah. Maybe.” 

It’s a lie, one she’ll keep if she can help it, and they both know it. “Okay. Be safe.” 

She doesn’t answer, but says goodbye to Eva in a gentle voice and then leaves. 

Joel’s chest hurts. Sometimes he can’t tell if it’s the old anxiety, vestiges of a previous life, a heart attack, or his heart breaking all over again. Maybe it’s some combination of all three. 

“Daddy?” 

“Hi, baby girl,” he murmurs again. “Did you have a nice day?” 

She nods, intelligent eyes clocking him, filing the look on his face away for later examination and rumination. She gets that from you, how smart and perceptive she is. “Mama said you should tell me a story,” she reminds him. 

Joel considers his limited catalog of child appropriate stories. He used to read to Sarah, brightly colored little books for kids about princesses and dogs that could talk. 

But Eva isn’t Sarah. 

The soft pads of her little fingers dig into his wrist. He leans down and presses a kiss to her hair. She still smells like a baby sometimes, sweet like milk, like bread. Now is one of those times, combined with the calming floral scent of the lavender soap you must have bathed her with. 

“Okay,” he says when he pulls back. She liked stories about animals, about monsters, about bats and wolves. She’d probably requested one right before he got home. “I know one. You wanna hear a story about another monster?”

Bright little eyes go sparkly with excitement. 

She nods, wiggles closer to his hip, half her face disappearing beneath the blanket so her eyes are all he can see. 

“Okay,” he agrees, soft about it. “Once there was a mean old monster. He didn’t care about no one or nothin’. And then he met a little girl.”

💞 Thank you for reading! Comments and feedback are so appreciated. 💞

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you

[thinkingaboutjaedyn]

christmas cookie run ( elisa de almeida x reader )

prompt: just elisa and yall's daughters being chaotic while making cookies to surprise you.

author notes: a lil christmas fic since everyone is making one. this is my longest fic by far (aleast it feels like it). hope you all enjoy!

it was christmas eve and the de almeida household was getting busy. the house was decorated nicely in christmas decorations with child-made drawings along the walls in the hallway. along with child decorated stockings that were hanging off of fireplace.

elisa and yall's twin daughters, ana & julia, are in the kitchen. elisa is trying to help the two kiddos make some christmas themed cookies to surprise you with since you are out running errands. ana stands on her tippy toes, trying to grab the bowl full of cookie mix off of the counter. "wait, no, baby" elisa says as she picks up ana and sit her on the counter. meanwhile julia is occupied with looking at the mixer attached to the bowl.

the twins are a complete handful and putting sweets in the mix makes them even worse.

"how does it work, mama?" julia says, her eyes curiously looking at the cookie mix in the bowl. she starts to poke her finger in the mix, but elisa grabs her wrist in time thankfully. "we have to cut it on, lili but firstly we have to put some more stuff in the bowl, okay?" the french player smiles as she places a small kiss on julia's wrist. ana glares at the sight before offering her wrist up too.

"kissy, mama" the blonde haired little girl says as she pushes her wrist in elisa's face. the french player rolls her eyes before kissing ana's wrist as well. than elisa moves over to the fridge. trying to keep a close eye on the two toddlers on the kitchen island as she pulls out the chocolate chips from the freezer part of the fridge. she walks back over to the island, opening up the bag of the chocolate chips.

it takes a good ten minutes to get ana and julia to stop eating the chocolate chips while also crushing some at the same time. eventually elisa gets the twins to pour the chocolate chips into the cookie mix. now it's time to mix it all up. ana and julia both use their tiny hands to hold onto the top of the machine. elisa places her bigger hand on top of theirs. rolling her eyes playfully once they start bullying her about her hand weight.

"just hold the bowl, mama. your hand is sooo heavy" julia pouts while ana pulls her hand from up under elisa's hand. she slaps her hand on top of elisa's and frowns at her, "what lili said. your hand is heavy"

"why am i getting bullied by my own kiddos? fine" the french player rolls her eyes again, her hand going to hold the bowl. now ana and julia can happily hold onto the top of the machine without the weight of elisa's hand on top.

finally, elisa cuts on the machine. the kitchen fills up with giggles as the vibrations of the machine makes the girls hands feel all funny. after all that, it's time to pour the cookie mix into different shaped pans. elisa picks up julia in one arm and ana in another. putting them down on the floor so she can grab the pans.

she grabs a pan with heart shaped holes and another one with gingerbread man shaped holes.

"which one?" elisa asks as she shows the twins the two pans. now of course these two can't seem to ever agree as ana points right at the heart pan while julia points to the gingerbread man one.

julia's brows furrow as she glares at her sister. than she looks up at elisa. "mama, pick mines. it's better" she says. ana shakes her head in disagreement, "no it's not." their little back and forth goes on for a good five minutes before elisa steps in. "we can just do both" she says, setting the pans onto the counter. the girls frown in displeasure but get over it pretty quickly.

they start to run around the kitchen as elisa pours the cookie mix into the individual holes in the two pans. putting them into the oven before putting it on the right temperature. now with all that running and arguing and playing around, the twins are looking tired but obviously won't admit. good thing elisa can tell when they are tired from a mile away. "c'mon, let's get into bed and get all cozy, hm?" elisa says as she approaches the twins who were now playing around under the kitchen table. "no!" julia pouts as she gets up from under the table, going off running. ana, who is easily influenced, follows right along after her sister. the girls run around the house, trying to outrun their mama for a good while before elisa catches them. throwing them over her shoulder before walking to you and her's bedroom.

"you two can even sleep in the big bed with mama, okay?" she says as she lays them down on the bed. ana is the first to protest as she glares at elisa, "don't wanna." julia would protest alongside her sister if she wasn't already knocked out. the little brunette clings onto one of the various pillows on you and elisa's bed. "i know you wanna, nana" the french player leans down to place a kiss on ana's forehead. that's enough for her to turn over and cuddle into her sister's side. elisa places a kiss on julia's forehead too. she sits on the bed so ana can go to sleep comfortably (the little girl literally won't go to sleep unless she feels elisa presence. it's a problem).

it takes a good ten minutes, but both twins are in deep sleep finally.

you haven't gotten not one call since you left the house this morning. which is unusual at best and concerning at worse. usually the girls would beg elisa to call you so they can see your face even if you were only going to be out for like ten minutes.

however, there were no calls or texts from your wife. you try to figure out what those three rascals (yes elisa is included) could be doing as you stand in line at the grocery store. snapping out of your thoughts once it's your turn.

after paying for your groceries and taking them to the car, you decide maybe it's your turn to call them while you're out. you click on elisa's contact, cutting on the heat in the car as you listen to the phone ring. after two rings, elisa answers. you smile hearing her voice; you can't lie you missed it even if just for a few hours. "hi baby" she says. you can hear the smile in her voice as she talks. you reply back, "hi babe. what are you and the girls doing?"

you hear a bit of shuffling and footsteps before elisa replies. "they're napping. they tired themselves out. you know, running around. i'm just lazing around.." she says, her tone sounding like she doesn't even believe what she is saying. her tone makes you slightly suspicious but you let it go.

"give them kisses for me" you say, starting to drive off (your phone sits nicely in a phone holder you got. don't hold your phone and drive y'all). elisa hums in acknowledgement. you can hear metal meeting the marble of y'alls' counter. now you are even more suspicious but again you let it go. sometimes it's better to let elisa do her own thing than question it.

"i'll talk to you when i get back to the house, okay?" you say, deciding to let elisa finish doing whatever she is on the other side of the phone. "alright baby. love you" she says back. you can tell she is distracted but it's whatever. you reply back with a i love you too before she hangs up.

back at the house, elisa has already gotten out the the pan of cookies. she lets them cool off as she grabs the icing out of one of the cabinets.

her tongue peeks out of the side of her mouth as she concentrates on icing the cookies. coloring the cookies in white, blue, and red. she tries to decorate them and make lil outfits on the gingerbread man ones but she isn't the most creative person out there. it takes a few minutes to finish all the cookies but two. those special two are for ana and julia to cover with icing; one gingerbread man and one heart.

elisa doesn't even have to go get the girls to do their cookies as the soft footsteps of the twins sound out into the hallway. eventually making their way to the kitchen.

"why did you do them without us, mama?" ana asks in a sleepy voice as stands on her tippy toes to look at the cookies. julia is alot more grumpy as she goes to cling to elisa's leg. "i left two just for you guys" elisa says as she picks up julia than ana. one twin for each of her hips. she sits them down in their chairs at the kitchen table. right infront of where their cookies sit, all nice and bare.

once comfortable, the twins have at it. with ana happily putting white icing all over her heart cookie and julia making a lil outfit for her gingerbread man. obviously the twins are only so young so they make a bit of a mess. elisa internally cringes thinking about how she is going to have to clean those little messes up but it's fine. those adorable smiles makes it all worth it. ana finishes with her cookie first. it has white icing on it with the words love u mama smushed up together in the top half of the heart and mommy written in the bottom half. than julia finishes. her cookie being just the standard gingerbread man but with pink hair (she begged elisa for some pink icing even if it wasn't christmas colors).

"great job, kiddos" elisa says as she gives them both kisses on the cheek. she is about to say more when the sound of your car can be heard from outside. the twins jump down from their chairs (giving elisa an damn near heart attack) and run off to the front door. waiting by the door for the moment you walk inside. elisa follows behind them, leaning against the wall as she waits at the door as well. you are bombarded with very loud voices the moment you walk inside the house. ana and julia's voices overlap as they try to tell you about their cookies. "one at a time please" you say as you come down to their level.

"this is for you and mama" ana says as she smiles at you. giving you a kiss on the cheek before handing you the cookie. julia gives you her welcome kiss on the cheek before speaking, "i made a cookie for you too mommy." she gives you a smile as she shoves the cookie in your face. you take the two cookies and smile as you look at them. "you two are the best daughters in the world. you know that right?" you say as you give them a few kisses back. they let you indulge before pulling away from you.

elisa is smiling the whole time this is happening. coming over to where you three are before placing her hands on top of the twins heads. "alright, enough of welcoming mommy. go put on your shoes and coat so you two can help get out the groceries" she says. ana rolls her eyes before running off and julia follows soon after. you stand back up to your actual height before hugging elisa (you put the cookies in your coat pocket. you will regret that later). you two kiss for a long moment. smiling at each other as you pull away slightly.

"didn't expect that, did you, baby?" she says as she gives you a peck on the lips. you shrug, "knew you was up to something when you didn't call. still, thank you."

"ew, stop being all mushy" ana says as she stands behind y'all. she pushes past you two to go outside to the car. julia flies past you two as well as she runs outside to the car. elisa gives you one last kiss for now before letting you go. grabbing her coat so she can also go get the groceries.

"hope you got my favorites," she says. you roll your eyes playfully before saying, "duh babe."

#elisa de almeida #elisa de almeida x reader #woso x reader #woso fanfics #frawnt

[blueicequeen19]

Right Side of Wrong Pt. 2

Warnings: non-con, somno, unprotected sex

I can’t turn my brain off. Ever since last night, all I can think about is Y/N fingering herself on my bed with her tits bouncing with each thrust. My mind runs wild, especially when I’m trying to sleep.

In my dream, she’s riding me and whispering dirty things in my ear as she claws at my chest. My head is thrown back into my pillow, my moans almost as loud as hers. It feels so real. I can almost imagine how she’d feel around my cock.

“Wake up, J.” I hear her voice in my ear, her heat tightening around my cock almost painfully. She was so wet it was dripping down my balls.

Huh?

“Wake up, JJ. I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna miss it.” I hear her voice in my ear, her teeth nibbling my ear before she’s gone again.

I feel wetness against my lips next with a burning pain against my chest and my eyes suddenly snap open.

It’s not a dream.

Y/N is on top of me, riding my cock like there’s no tomorrow as she digs her nails into my chest. I open my mouth but nothing comes out but a breathy moan. She was exquisite and I was ten times more turned on by the fact that she took what she wanted. That she was using me to pleasure herself.

“JJ, your cock is so big. It feels so fucking good inside me.” She breathes, dropping down on my chest and kissing me as her ass bounces up and down. She’s kissing me. Like it’s second nature and we’ve being doing this all along.

“We have to stop.” I don’t know who’s voice that is. It doesn’t sound like me. Even though my hands reach up to palm her bouncing tits as she straightens back up. I tweak her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, watching in awe as she throws her head back while grinding back and forth. I look between us where we’re connected, still trying to convince myself that I’m actually balls deep inside her right now.

“Let me finish and I’ll stop.” She whimpers, “I’m so close, J. Can you feel it?” Fuck yea, I can feel it. She’s squeezing me like a steal band. I don’t know how I haven’t came yet. I can see her cream pooling around the base of my dick, sticking to her as she moves.

“God, you’re a bad fucking girl.” I snap, pinching her nipples hard before sliding my hands down to her curvy ass. I dig my fingers in to the soft flesh, helping move her.

“More. Oh god, I need more.” Y/N pants, her nails biting into my chest again. I quickly roll us, pinning her beneath me and clamping my hand over her mouth as her eyes widen in surprise. I snap my hips forward just once, enough to make her gasp and watch her eyes roll back. I was deeper like this.

“You’ve started a very dangerous game.” I snarl, rolling my hips from side to side then back and forth. Her nails dig into my back, her eyes pleading for more.

“You have to be quiet.” I hiss, pounding her pussy harder. I grit my teeth as the bed starts to creak but I can’t bring myself to stop. I should kick her out before John B or someone catches us. But the deed was already done. I was already inside her even if it wasn’t how I planned. Might as well finish.

I dont slow down, snapping my hips forward at an ungodly pace as she whines and withers beneath me. Her eyes start to roll back into her skull, her nails dragging down my back as she reaches her climax. I roughly grab her bouncing breast, pinching her nipple as she cums hard, soaking me and my sheets. I snarl, my balls tightening painfully as my release barrels forward. I yank free at the last possible second, jerking my cock roughly until I spew all over her stomach and tits.

We stay like that for a minute, panting and shaking with the after affects of our orgasms. My anxiety starts to creep in again until she drags a finger through my cum and sucks it into her mouth, humming in satisfaction. I almost whimper as my head hangs. This girl was filthy and I wanted her more than anything. I was never going to be able to stop after this.

“Are you going to come to my funeral?” I ask with a blank expression. Her brows furrow for a minute as she gives a nervous chuckle.

“What do you mean?”

“When your brother kills me for defiling his sister.” Her face lights up with a grin as she moves to a sitting position, my cum running down her body as she reaches up for a kiss. I savor it, devouring her mouth and slipping my tongue inside. Her lips close around my tongue and she sucks, making my cock jerk to life again. I pull back, panting and ready to fucking ruin her.

“Son of a bitch, where did you come from? Who taught you this shit?” I grumble breathlessly, my words holding no weight as I climb off the bed and she follows.

“I’ve had practice.”

“I don’t want to know that.” I growl, quickly making my way to the bathroom but she’s right on my heels, not letting me run away.

“It was mostly porn and girls.”

“Jesus!” Just when I didn’t think my cock couldn’t get any harder, I visualize her going down on another girl while I fuck her from behind.

“I needed experience, J. I wanted to be good for you.” Her hands wrap around me from behind as I fight to catch my breath. I watch as she rubs her hands across my chest and slowly makes her way south. My cock jerks again, knowing what’s coming. She grabs my cock with two hands, tightening her grip as she slowly pumps me. I release a shuddering breath, letting my head fall back to look at the ceiling.

John B really was going to kill me. Not because I fucked his sister. Because I wouldn’t be able to stop fucking his sister.

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #obx2 #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x you #jj obx #rudy pankow #outer banks x reader

[onlyswan]

summary: in which you and jungkook get your hands full . . . literally.

> fluff, suggestive / wc: 3.2k

> warnings: making out, lmk if there’s something i missed!

note: my mind has been blank for the past week then i just wrote this in one go 👩🏻‍💻 inspired by the babysitting ideas y’all sent but in art fashion. also a furry character from this drabble makes an appearance, and there are references from this drabble at the last part!

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“please don’t tell me that’s what i think it is.” you gulp nervously, pupils shaking at the sight of a baby blue blanket bundled up in jungkook’s arms and a we bare bears themed bag hanging on his shoulder.

he gets caught off-guard, mouth hanging open as he looks at you and the peaceful thing sleeping in his arms back and forth. shit, he practiced how to explain this in the car ride back home. how does it go again?

“it’s a baby girl.” he replies innocently, pausing infront of you to show the face of the baby.

her chest rises and falls rhythmically, her beautifully thick eyelashes kissing her full rosy cheeks. what a breathtaking creation of passion she is. however, also the last thing you would expect your boyfriend to bring home at ten in the morning after spending an hour in the gym.

“you didn’t get another girl pregnant one drunken night, did you? and surely, you’re not expecting me to stand in as her mother? because i’m not a saint. i’m moving out of this place right now and taking bam with me, i swear to go-”

jungkook chokes on his own spit. he hurriedly brings back the baby in her pink stroller before he turns to face you again, releasing the coughs itching his throat.

“b-baby, no, no. it’s n-nothing like that- fuck!” he dramatically pounds at the left side of his chest as he continues to clear his throat, and you grimace at his loud thundering. you tilt your head to the side to look at the baby, surprised to see her still sleeping soundly despite your boyfriend’s ungraceful fits of coughing brought upon by his own bodily fluid. well, you’re sure that she’s breathing.

once he settes down, he releases an exhausted puff of air, hands gesturing wildly in the air. “i have never- i would never! get another girl pregnant! and me- i never even let myself drink so much to be obliterated. there’s no reason for me to.”

many years into your relationship, and you have never seen his doe eyes look this big and panicked. the perfect image of a deer caught in the headlights. your forehead remains creased for faux bewilderment as he defends himself rather in distress, speaking so fast he catches himself tripping over his own words because of his lisp. “i’d never make that mistake. i won’t be able to live with myself- seriously, baby, just the thought of it makes my skin crawl! you see, the baby, she’s rea-”

“alright, okay- calm down. take a breather.” you grab his wrists with each hand with a chuckle, forcing them to settle down on the curves of your waist before he hurts himself. you think back to the night he was intensely ranting about a friend accidentally deleting a music file on his computer, and how he came home from the restaurant with two of his fingers wrapped in yellow plaid band-aids because he scraped them on the edge of the table.

he frowns at you deeply, tense shoulders sagging. “nari is my trainer’s baby. he’ll pick her up here by 9pm.”

he squeezes at your sides, pulling you in by wrapping resting his palms on your lower back. “you’re so mean, you know that? you’ll win oscars and emmys. please audition to dramas.”

“yah!” you lightly hit his arm with a closed fist. “i wasn’t completely joking though. it could be true. life’s possibilities are endless.”

“no, it couldn’t!” he whines with a sad pout. “i’d never do that to you. i love you.”

you smile guiltily, not expecting him to get this invested in your made-up storyline. just the thought of it makes my skin crawl, he is the one. you press a kiss on his lips, only touching for a few seconds before you pull back.

you hold his cheek on your palm, thumb gently stroking his skin. “i know you won’t. i trust you, baby. i love you, too.”

the bunny smile he flashes you doesn’t last that long.

“but we have a problem.” you nod your head repeatedly with a defeated look on your face. “do you know what day it is?”

“uhm- saturday, right?”

“right . . .” you confirm, hand dropping to his shoulder to knead at his muscles. “and you remember what we do every saturday?”

“oh shit-”

you turn to greet the new arrivals, having finished their breakfast in the kitchen. “hi bam! hi fluffy!”

the doberman and golden retriever crowd the space of the doorway. fluffy stands up by using you as a support, nuzzling his face against your waist as you scratch his head. bam, on the other hand, is trying to sniff nari who is protectively held by jungkook. the two dogs are trained, and they often go out to parks and malls so they are used to being around people or animals they don’t know. bam, in particular, has always found babies fascinating.

“they are very excited for their walk at the park. which we do with them, every saturday. remember?”

fluffy is the dog of your friend. she drops him off almost every saturday because she’s too busy with her job to spend time and let him breathe in some fresh air. you and jungkook don’t mind this at all since you take bam on a walk as well, and it’s nice for him to have a friend.

the realization dawns on his face, clear as day. “ahhh- ah! that’s right, that’s right. we do that. shit- how can i forget? why did i bring a baby?” a shy smile forms on his lips now that he finally sees where you’re coming from.

you bury your face in your hands, body vibrating as you laugh at how ridiculous your boyfriend is being.

“what are we gonna do?”

“you’re the one who agreed to babysit! why are you asking me?!”

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on normal saturdays, you’re holding hands with jungkook as a leash is securely gripped by your free hands. casually strolling through the park as the sun shines just bright enough that it kisses your skin softly, painting it with the glorious shade of daylight. bam purposely steps on fallen leaves to hear the crunch that tickles his ears like a feather. fluffy, the ever jolly fried chicken colored thing, gleefully walks with shaking pupils- towards the birds skipping on the ground, almost as if he wants to pounce them and it’s taking every ounce of self-control in his body not to, because they’re just so darn entertaining to watch.

this saturday, however, you’re neither holding jungkook’s big and protective hand, nor fluffy’s pink leash. instead, you’re carefully pushing a baby stroller to avoid any bumps on the ground, with a bag of milk, wipes, diaper, and toys hanging on your shoulder. meanwhile, jungkook is a few steps ahead of you, helplessly being tugged towards opposite directions by two big dogs.

turns out that nari likes going on walks as well. she started crying earlier when she woke up in jungkook’s arms, but she calmed down when you wheeled her in the bedroom to feed her the breast milk his father packed, along with a note of reminders and instructions. you brought one bottle and left behind the rest inside the fridge.

your boyfriend looked very enthusiastic when he suggested to bring the baby along with you and the dogs outside so you can carry on with your plans, but you can easily tell that he’s already feeling embarrassed with the glances your not so big and chaotic ‘family’ is gaining.

“i keep making bad decisions today. what’s with me?” he whines, the pace of his feet currently not in his control. “bamie, slow down a bit. dad just did leg day earlier . . . we’ll come back tomorrow, and i’ll let you run then. please.”

you take a peek at nari to find her smiling at fluffy with a pacifier in her mouth. she plays with her small fingers before making grabby hands at the golden retriever, too busy trying to chase bam’s fast pace to even notice.

you giggle, finding the whole situation too funny. you enjoy your routine, but it’s nice to have a change like this every once in a while. besides, you also enjoy watching jungkook’s pouty complaints.

“come on, this isn’t so bad!”

“yeah, yeah,” he grumbles. “do you want to trade places then?”

“no thanks.” you chirp, briefly closing your eyes to savor the gentle breeze blowing on your face. “me and my nari are having a nice time together.”

he sighs as he gets tugged by fluffy, slight swerving to the right. “while my bam and fluffy are the only ones having fun.”

jungkook’s doe eyes meet nari’s almond ones, and he smiles at her fondly. “are you having a nice time, nari?”

she giggles in response, making her pacifier fall out of her mouth. his life flashes infront of his eyes, and seconds feel like years when her face scrunches up, the baby on the verge of wailing.

“her pacifier-”

you halt on your tracks, quickly moving to put it back in her mouth because god forbid you don’t know how you’re going to calm down her again if she falls back into another loud crying session. she relaxes back into her small bed, entertaining herself with the ring of the pacifier.

however, it seems like the sound of her giggle earlier attracted bam’s attention once again. he stands beside the stroller, while fluffy entertains himself with watching his friend’s tail wagging excitedly- his eyes darting around to follow the directions its moving towards.

nari’s small hand cups bam’s nose just right, and you can almost swear that he smiles at her. her giggles float around the air like a delightful morning song, and the doberman leans his neck on the edge of the stroller to get his fix.

“bam, no. no licking nari. sit.” you instruct him, and he obeys immediately.

let’s just say he licked the face of a baby’s stranger once, and understandably, they weren’t so pleased about it. that’s why although you let him interact with babies, you never let him get that close for hygienic and common decency reasons.

“that’s right. good boy.” jungkook praises him with the baby voice he only uses with bam. (his baby voice with you is quieter and sweeter, and you hate how you’re even comparing the two right now.) “i’ll give you some treats later, okay?”

bam perks up at the mention of food, an excited tongue hanging from his mouth as he pants. fluffy sits next to him, very much used to getting fed as well when bam is rewarded. it makes jungkook chuckle as he pets his head. “yes, you too, fluffy. be good boys and stop running, hmm?”

a dog is a man’s best friend, indeed.

you start biting at the edges of the cone of your ice cream, and nari, who is safely held by your arms, finds the crunching sound interesting. she sucks on her pacifier with your every bite, and you find yourself following a rhythm with her. meters away from the bench you’re occupying is jungkook running with the dogs in the middle of the park, having given up on scolding them, and resorted to just letting them tire themselves them out.

“baby, save me! i’m so tired!” he screams in agony. “my knees- they’re shaking!”

“this is why i said switching abs and leg day was a bad idea.” you say, more to yourself as you shake your head at the tragic scene that’s been unfolding for the past five minutes or so. “right, nari?”

she giggles as if she’s being tickled, and you find yourself enchanted by her thick and beautiful eyelashes, and how they flutter so gracefully.

“so pretty.”

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“let’s have another review on our thoughts about having a baby.” jungkook proposes, holding nari’s baby bottle for her as she snuggles with her favorite giraffe stuffed toy. she’s on the verge of falling asleep. her eyes keep on closing, but she opens them again as if the taste of the milk nudges her awake.

it’s already 7pm. you, jungkook, and nari are hanging out on the couch with the lights dimmed and the television on low volume. the dogs passed out to sleep when they got home, and fluffy was fetched by your friend an hour ago. bam went back to his house to sleep again after eating dinner, but there’s a part of you that’s guessing he’s playing with a toy he hid inside it again.

“hmm, well, it’s the same as before.” you answer truthfully without an ounce of hesitation layered in your voice as fix up nari’s bib carefully before wiping her chin with it. “babysitting nari was fun, and i want to do it again in future. but having our own baby, i don’t think about it that much. we’re enjoying ourselves as our own person and as a couple, and i want to keep it that way for now.”

“right? me too. me too. we’re so busy, but we’re enjoying working on our own stuff. we should live life to the fullest and not take it for granted.” he nods his head in agreement, feeling all warm and bubbly inside.

he loves how you can talk about this topic comfortably, and how you’re straightforward about your refreshing thoughts and opinions. the safe atmosphere surrounding you makes it easy for him to be honest as well. “i think it keeps our relationship healthy, that we discuss our present thoughts and situation instead of making big plans ahead.”

“of course you’d say that after changing her diaper.” you chuckle. the image of your boyfriend determined to finish the task despite not enjoying it one bit, speaking to nari with a doting baby voice to make time fly faster— it has been stored in the precious little memory box stored in your brain.

“it’s not like that!” he denies, but he is betrayed by his inability to contain his laughter. the corners of his eyes crinkles and his nose scrunches, a breathy laugh escaping him. “really, i don’t mind doing it when we babysit.”

“really? okay. you do it from now on.”

a complaint hangs on the tip of his tongue, but he concedes. “okay. it’s not a problem to me.”

silence fills the air. and you snort at how miserable he looks after digging his own hole.

he scoffs in embarrassment. “i’ll make changing diapers my new talent. you’ll see.”

“i’m looking forward to it, my love.” you reply to him sweetly, pulling away his hand to make the rubber pop out of her mouth, conscious of accidentally waking her up. the baby has finally succumbed to drowsiness. you cautiously wipe her mouth with the bib again, before carrying her back to her stroller in preparation for when her father arrives.

you crawl back on the couch, placing a pillow on jungkook’s lap before lying on your back.

“hi. i love you.”

you look up at him with an amused smile, catching him gazing at you with his eyes shimmering with devotion, and you’re afraid you might actually melt this time. “all of a sudden?”

he sighs deeply as he starts caressing your hair tenderly. “you’ve been upset with me. because i don’t say it as much as i used to.”

his statement catches you offguard. the ever so familiar urge to cry like a baby surfaces, and you blink back the tears forming in your eyes. it takes you a minute to compose yourself and to organize your thoughts, but he waits patiently.

“you noticed that?”

“oh baby, i know you better than you think.” he answers quietly, thumb brushing off the lone tear that escaped down to your temple. “but i should pay more attention. i’m sorry that i’ve been too busy.”

“no, you have nothing to be apologize for.” your voice cracks by the end, and a wave of tears fall when he leans down to kiss your cheek. “i’m just being silly.”

jungkook has the divine superpower of making a moment feel like blissful eternity.

“how is wanting to be reminded that you’re loved silly when it keeps us alive?”

his lips ghost over yours before they touch. he whispers an i love you with each kiss, a hand wrapped around your neck. it just stays there without any pressure, for the sole purpose of feeling your rapid pulse under his fingers. you’re alive.

normally, when you say a word or a phrase over and over again, it tends to feel foreign on your tongue until it loses its meaning. but each of his i love you gains more weight, and god knows you’ve always been a hypocrite when it comes to your inhibitions. the sharp tug on his hair makes him groan raspily. your restless hand prevents him from disconnecting your lips one more time because you just decided that you want more of his honey kisses instead of hushed confessions as a testament of his love.

you see, jungkook has never regretted a tattoo or piercing in his life to the point that he wanted them removed, that is until he found himself regretting his lip piercing every time you tease him with it during your makeout sessions. because the doorbell rings, and it renders him crazier, how you don’t forget to playfully tug on it with your teeth, to lick it as if to soothe away his pain, before you push him away.

his longing eyes chases after your glossy lips. his deceivingly innocent lover, he never wants to be far away from you.

“we would be horrible parents.” you mutter under your breath when you sit up to be greeted by bam, the hand of a baby holding his nose again.

“the absolute worst.” your boyfriend one-ups you with a sigh. “bam, house.”

the dog avoids his eyes, subtly leaning his head towards nari more. “bam. i said house.” at that, he obediently walks back to the bedroom.

“why does he always need to be told twice?” you breath out a laugh, but it gets cut short when the doorbell rings again.

“shit- wait, talk to him for a bit. i need to clean her hand first.” you panic, scrambling to open the zipper of her bag to retrieve the baby wipes.

“stop cursing infront of the child!” jungkook cries out, looking back at you briefly before resuming his journey to their door.

you make a face at him before pulling nari’s stroller towards you. “if shit becomes your first word, don’t tell your parents i’m the one who taught you, okay, nari?”

she listens to you with a bewildered look on her face, and she bursts into a fit of giggles when she hears her name.

her bright and loud presence has plastered a permanent endeared smile on your lips. “that’s my girl.”

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Hellcheer Anastasia AU

Summary: Chrissy doesn’t remember where she came from nor who her family is. She has no memories, no last name. She’s been alone all her life, passed from orphanage to orphanage with only a locket and a folded up letter inside that says:

Meet me in Paris

My Darling

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That’s how she finds herself in The Hideout, a seedy old tavern on the outskirts of the city, standing in front of the notorious conman Edward Munson. Traveling papers are difficult to come by these days, but she’s heard rumors on the streets that he can help procure them. For a price, of course. She doesn’t have much, but she’s saved a little. She hopes it will be enough. He’s appraising her slowly, warily, dark eyes wide and a little formidable.

“What?” she asks anxiously, subconsciously touching her face and neck to make sure she can’t feel any dried mud there.

“Nothing, sorry,” he murmurs, still gawking. “You just… you look…”

She waits, fiddling her fingers nervously.

“Nevermind,” he shakes his head slightly, motioning toward the seat across the small table from him. “Take a seat, Miss…”

“Chrissy.” she supplies, slowly lowering herself down.

“Chrissy…?”

“Just Chrissy.” she tells him.

“Ah ha,” he drawls slowly, thoughtfully, giving her another once over.

“So… how does this work, exactly?” she asks him quietly as the barhand walks by, setting the glass of water she ordered on the table.

“…Oh, just like any ol’ sale.” he waits to reply until the boy’s gone. “Money first, I get you the papers, it’s as simple as that.”

“H-how do I know you won’t disappear with the money?” she asks. “After I pay you?”

He grins slowly, devilishly and she feels her heart skip a beat. He’s younger and more handsome than she imagined he’d be when she heard his name being whispered in the streets.

“What’s the matter? Don’t I look trustworthy?” he asks teasingly, leaning forward, tilting his head to one side for her to assess for herself. Flushing, she quickly looks down at her hands, her fingers are still red and stiff from having walked all the way here through the snow.

“…Something tells me you’re not going to have enough anyway, sweetheart.” his voice is gentle, sympathetic.

“I have some saved,” she murmurs bashfully, feeling her lower lip push forward slightly.

“How much?”

With a sigh, she pulls out the coins and paper banknotes, laying them out on the table. It’s almost eighty rubles, her entire life’s savings since she left the orphanage.

“You do realize I’d be risking my life for this, right?” he chuckles at the meager offering.

“It’s… all I have.” she shrugs her shoulders hopelessly, feeling as though she might cry.

“Sure about that?” he reaches forward and she gasps brokenly at the feel of his rough fingers suddenly against her throat, leaving a hot trail against her snow kissed skin in their wake as they follow along the chain hanging around her neck. He stops just when he reaches the plush skin above her breasts, tugging upward to reveal the gold locket that was hiding between them.

She can feel her own blood racing through her whole body.

No, please, not that.

His eyes gleam as he takes it in, running his thumb over the engraved lilies and the white pearl embedded in the center. “Now that’s a pretty thing.” he muses breathlessly. “Where did a little waif like you get something like this?”

“I didn’t steal it if that’s what you’re wondering.” she tells him, frown deepening. “I’ve had it for as long as I can remember.”

His twinkling gaze meets hers with a giddy smile. “This is real gold, sweetheart… the pearl alone could get you back and forth over the border ten times if you wanted.”

“…it’s not for bartering.” she tells him firmly, pulling it back and shoving it between the layers of her coat and blouse.

“I’d reconsider,” he rests his cheek into the palm of his coal tainted hand still lingering between them. “A few hot meals and somewhere to sleep would probably serve you better than a cold trinket to wear.”

“It’s important to me.” she replies, pocketing her money. She’d be angry if she wasn’t so weary, so devastated. Another deadend. “I think this was a mistake.”

“Hey, hey, hold on,” she stills when he feels his hand grip hers. “Hold on…let me buy you a drink, something besides ice water, maybe?”

She glances back at him, brows furrowed. The warmth in his eyes makes her slowy sit back down. His thumb runs over her raw knuckles before he makes his way up to the bar. “I’ll be right back… Don’t disappear,” he rasps as he passes, though it’s more of a plea than an order. She blinks up at him, nodding slightly. She watches his back as he goes.

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[crissiebaby]

DiapOut: Chapter 33

DISCLAIMER: This series contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation, hypermessing, sissification, WAM, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. If you haven’t read the first chapter and want to catch up, be sure to check out the link in the description. I hope you enjoy!

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Clutching the dice block intensely, Misa had never been so stricken with fear in her life, unaware that this was merely another aspect of her regressed mental state induced via hypnosis. After what that hypnosis bit did to her, how could she not be? She soon began to shuffle back and forth as the anxiety of being put on the spot somehow made her feel ten times as small. “Just get it over with,” she told herself, shutting her eyes tight and launching the die forward in a very clumsy manner. 

“Two 3’s in a row! How about that?! That means Misa is the first person to land on a yellow square!” shouted CassiRole, prompting Misa to open her eyes and see three little dots looking up at her. She smiled as stared down at the block, wondering if the dots had names and if they did, what kinds of names would they have? These three had to be best friends, of course, otherwise, why would they all hang out together on the same side?

“Misa?”

Hearing the sound of her own name, Misa looked up at Cassi and the audience, her face flushing intensely as she realized how distracted she suddenly became. Even now, she couldn’t quite recall what she had just been thinking about. As the audience giggled at her adorable confusion, she stepped backward, bumping into Mia.

“Hey, you okay?” asked Mia, placing a concerned hand on Misa’s shoulder from behind. While not a complete hug, the embrace was tender enough to spark a sense of calm in MIsa’s soul. She leaned back, forcing Mia to support more of her friend's weight, on top of the extra weight that had recently been added to her diaper, “Gah! Oh, geez!”

Rushing to Mia’s aid out of a desire not to blow ten potential points, Ayaya took Misa off of Mia’s hands and began snapping her fingers on each side of Misa’s eyes. “Hi there, you remember me, right?” she said condescendingly, something Misa did not pick up on as she dorkily shook her head yes. Sighing, she took a side glance at the audience, remembering that she needed to look as good as possible to keep the audience on her side, “Here, why don’t you let Big Sis Ayaya help you to the stage,” she said calmly and sweetly as she guided a very relaxed Misa by the hand over to where Cassi was waiting. This earned her some bonus brownie points with the audience, who couldn’t get over how cute Misa and Ayaya were acting toward each other.

“Big Shis Ayaya…hehe…das fun to say. Ish like…Ayayayayayayayayayaya-” said Misa before her words were physically stopped by Ayaya, who placed three fingers under her chin and firmly pushed her mouth closed. The action alone made her chuckle, as did the audience, who seemed incredibly happy for her.

“W-Wow, that hypnosis really did a number on you. Mia and Kyoko were way more coherent,” said Cassi, using the line that Jackson had fed her earlier in case there was a noticeable difference. Though, not even Jackson could’ve predicted just how spacey Misa would be. She could only hope that Mia and Kyoko would take the hint and actually act a bit more than faking a lisp next time their turns came up. Shaking off the minor speed bump, she placed an arm around Misa, leaving Ayaya to awkwardly wander back to the game board without so much as a brief acknowledgment, “Now, I just know you’re going to love this. As the first person to land on a yellow square, that means you get to be the first to participate in a DiapOff Challenge!”

“D-DiapOff?” stuttered Misa, who wasn’t sure if she should be happy or fearful of this development. DiapOff did sound like she might get to take her diaper off. Though, knowing how this show worked, the odds of her getting that lucky were not high.

Before Misa could finish collecting her thoughts, Cassi began nudging her forward back toward the board game where the other contestants were gathered. “Alright Misa, take a gander at your competition. You get to choose one person from the enemy team to play for points in a head-to-head matchup!” she said, amping up the crowd at the thought of seeing two players duke it out, “Now, when it comes to DiapOff challenges, your player pool is limited to who is available, which means Kyoko can’t play because she’s stuck with the Potty Monster until her next turn. However, anyone else is fair game, regardless of when their turn comes.”

Glancing between the three boys she had to pick from, it was hard to say which one seemed like the weakest link. Not able to remember any of their names, she first considered picking the big guy, which is who Ayaya wanted Mia to pick. However, he also scared her a little bit with how imposing his height was in comparison to her smaller stature. That left her with two choices and between them, only one looked exhausted from having just played in a different challenge. “I picks dat guy,” she said, pointing a finger directly at Zeke.

Hugging his arms closely to his body, this was the last thing Zeke wanted to hear. He was hoping to take advantage of the four turns ahead of him to recover physically. Sadly, it looked like he would be thrown into yet another game; one that could prove to be equally as strenuous as the last one if not more so. Standing up straight, he shook his aching appendages and put on a brave face, “Alright, gotta make up for last time I guess, right?”

“That’s the spirit!” shouted Cassi before guiding both Zeke and Misa back to her platform. Rotating on their marker to view the big wheel spin on the suspended monitor, both contestants were silently hoping that whatever challenge lay ahead of them wouldn’t be too extreme.

Jousting Juniors.

Clapping her hands together, Cassi hopped up and down on her toes. “Yay! This one’s a classic!” she said, diving into the game’s nitty-gritty details as she led Misa and Zeke to an area on the board that looked reminiscent of a boxing ring, only the square arena had an inflatable floor with two padded pedestals. Additionally, the whole arena was colored red and white with four candy canes posted up in each of the four corners.

“So, this is…just inflatable jousting?” asked Zeke, gripping the top rope and leaning over to get a better look at the battleground.

Shaking her head, Cassi raised her right hand and snapped her fingers, cuing another Iris bot to roll out onto the set, this time carrying two long sticks with what looked to be two massive diapers wrapped around each end. “Often a birthday party favorite, we’ve taken the simple game of inflatable jousting and elevated it to meet our DiapOut standards. The winner earns their team 15 points!” she said, earning a pair of grimaces from the two contestants at her side, “Don’t worry, you two. I made sure to fill those diapers up personally. You both should be honored.” She grabbed Zeke’s cheek and gave it a playful pinch.

Wrinkling their noses as they picked up their respective jousting lances, Zeke and Misa made brief eye contact with each other, both of them feeling sorry for vastly different reasons. From Misa’s perspective, it was on her that Zeke even had to participate in this challenge since she was the one who picked him. And on Zeke’s side, the guilt was already starting to get to him over the prospect of having to swing a big stick at a deeply hypnotized girl who was almost a full foot shorter than him. “Best of luck,” he said, grabbing the rope and holding it open for Misa to step through.

“Fankies…chus toos,” said Misa, blushing through her brief response as she stepped into the ring. Unfortunately, the unstable ground combined with the dizzying sensation that the hypnosis had left her with caused her to flop to the floor, face-planting directly into one of the dirty diapers she was carrying with her. The reaction from the audience varied, with some vocally cringing for her while others chose to chuckle at her unending humiliation.

Jumping into the ring, Zeke was quick to help Misa back to her feet. “You okay?” he asked, waiting for confirmation from Misa before releasing her arms and picking the lance up for her, “Here, you’re gonna need this.”

Accepting the lance, the growing Little side that was slowly taking over Misa’s conscious mind was quite touched that her opponent was being so kind to her; far kinder than her team had been. “W-Whys chus bein so nice to me?” she asked, clutching the diaper-tipped lance to her chest for comfort.

“I mean…it’s just a game, isn’t it? I’m not gonna be intentionally mean to you just because we’re against each other,” said Zeke, sharing a smile with his adversary.

“Hey, diaper brains! We’ve got a schedule to keep to!” shouted Keelee, utilizing her bullhorn powers to snap Zeke and Misa back to attention. Thankfully, she didn’t have to halt production to get the show rolling again as the pair of flustered players leaped into action, scurrying to their pedestals.

Meanwhile, Cassi took the time to step into the ring, having slipped on a black and white striped referee vest when everyone’s focus was on Misa and Zeke. “Okay, looks like our two players are ready to duke it out! First person to knock their opponent off earns the points for their team, as well as this cool-looking title belt, which they get to wear until the end of the game,” she said, holding up a bulky belt with the words, “Diaper-Weight Champion,” carved into a gold plate on the front. 

Stepping in between the reluctant fighters, Cassi held up her hand, signaling both that the game was about to kick off. “Now, I want a dirty game, you two. You got it?” she said cheekily, soaking in the amused snickers that came from the crowd behind her. Glancing over at Keelee, she waited for the thumbs up to kick things off, “Ready…set…DiapOut!”

Holding up their respective lances, neither Zeke nor Misa were feeling any desperation to make the first move; each believing their odds would be better if they played defensively. “Focus…focus…focus…” Misa repeated over and over again in her head as she stared at Zeke with unblinking eyes. The last thing she needed was to forget what she was doing in such a pivotal moment, something that proved quite difficult thanks to the colorful and noisy environment she found herself in. Worried that the hypnosis eating away at her maturity would cause her to lose on a long enough timeline, she decided to take the first swing, aiming for Zeke’s head right out the gate.

Parrying his opponent’s lance away from his body, Zeke dug his heels as he arched back and jabbed at the now vulnerable Misa, smashing the lance’s mushy diaper into the one around Misa’s waist. He pulled back as the hit he landed on Misa was enough to unbalance her, deciding against a second strike as it seemed she wasn’t going to recover anyway.

Waving her arms frantically, Misa could feel her ankle starting to give as it began to roll off the edge. In a last-ditch effort to win, she swung her lance at Zeke again, this time releasing it from her hands entirely. The large motion was enough to finish the job, sending her tumbling off her podium.

However, at the exact same moment, Misa’s lance collided with Zeke, the weight of which was more than enough to force Zeke to stumble backward. He waved his arms hoping to keep a handle on his balance but sadly, it was no use as the momentum of his movement caused him to step back off of the platform.

The display that both Misa and Zeke put on was quite pitiful to watch. Though, considering one was battling mental regression while the other was still physically exhausted, it was honestly a shock the match didn’t end sooner. All at once, the cheering and applause that had filled the studio fell silent with no one quite sure what to make of the unorthodox fight they’d just witnessed. As the dust settled, a number of questions were on everyone’s mind; the most important of which was simply, “Who won?”

Wetters: 156.1 (+/-10) points Messers: 136.7 points

TO BE CONTINUED…

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[abbygraceasd]

Rise Of The Cybermen

We are all hanging out in the tardis. The Doctor and Rose are both slumped in their chairs while Mickey and I stand by the console.

The two of them are telling a story to Mickey while I listen silently. We’re all hanging out in the Tardis; the Doctor and Rose are both slumped in their chairs, telling the story of a past adventure, while Micky and I stand by the console.

“Um, what’re you doing that for?” The Doctor asks, looking over at us

I glance at Mickey, who’s been holding his finger on a button for at least half an hour.

“Cos you told me to…”

The Doctor blinks, “When was that…?” I roll my eyes, “About half an hour ago. And you told him not to let go until you said so.”

“Um,” The Doctor pauses, “You can let go now.”

Mickey lets go of the button, “How long’s it been since I could’ve stopped?”

“Ten minutes… twenty… twenty-nine?”

“You just forgot me!”

The Doctor tries to justify ignoring him, “No, no no! I was just… I was just… I was calibrating. I was just… no, I know exactly what I’m doing.” Then the tardis console violently explodes, sparks and flames flying everywhere. We fall to the floor as the tardis shakes.

We all fall to the floor.

The Doctor scrambles to his knees, frantically trying to operate the console.

“What’s happening?!” I shout.

“The time vortex is gone! That’s impossible, it’s just gone!” He sees something on the screen, “Brace yourselves! We’re gonna crash!”

The tardis lurches and we’re thrown backward. Gas masks fall from the ceiling, and all the lights have gone out, leaving us in the dark.

“Everyone alright? Rose, Mickey, Abby?”

The three of us answer before we all stand slowly.

The Doctor looks at the rotor and the console, “She’s dead.”

There’s a clicking noise as the engines cool down, and smoke rises from the console.

“The tardis is dead.” He whispers, slowly walking around the console.

“You can fix it?” Rose asks.

“There’s nothing to fix. She’s perished.” He pulls a lever back and forth fruitlessly, “The last tardis in the universe… extinct.”

“We can get help, yeah?”

“Where from?”

“Well, we’ve landed, we’ve gotta be somewhere.” I say, walking to the door with Mickey.

“We fell out of the vortex, through the void, into nothingness. We’re in some sort of no-place… the silent realm… the lost dimension…”

Mickey looks out the open door, “Otherwise known as London!” He laughs and steps out, and the rest of us slowly follow.

“London, England, Earth. Hold on…” He jumps off the low wall and picks a paper out of a dustbin, looking at the cover, “First of February this year, not exactly far-flung, is it?”

Rose jumps down and looks over his shoulder.

The Doctor jumps down and looks around, offering me a hand to help me down, “So, this is London.”

I ignore his hand, getting down by myself.

“Yep.”

“Your city.”

“That’s the one.”

“Just as we left it.”

“Bang on.”

“And that includes the zeppelins?” I ask, staring at the sky.

The other two humans turn to look.

“What the hell…?”

“That’s beautiful.”

“Okay. So, it’s London with a big international zeppelin festival.”

“This is not your world.”

“But if the date’s the same…” He seems to work it out, “It’s a parallel, right? Am I right? Like a parallel Earth where they’ve got Zeppelins, am I right? I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Must be.” “So, a parallel world where…” Rose trails off, I turn in the direction she’s facing. 

“Oh, come on. You see it in films. Like an alternative to our world where everything’s the same but a little bit different, like… I dunno - traffic lights are blue, Tony Blair never got elected…”

I interrupt Mickey, “And he’s still alive…”

“A parallel world and my dad’s still alive…” She makes her way over to the poster.

I join her and offer my hand in support, which she takes.

“Don’t look at it, Rose. Don’t even think about it. This is not your world.”

“But he’s my dad… and…” She touches the poster, and the picture of Pete springs to life for a moment, saying ‘trust me on this’ with a wink and a thumbs up.

Rose steps back, “Oh, that’s weird. But he’s real! He’s a success! He was always planning these daft little schemes; health-food drinks, and stuff. Everyone said they were useless. But he did it.”

The Doctor suddenly grabs her by the shoulders, “Rose, if you’ve ever trusted me, then listen to me now. Stop looking at it! Your father’s dead. He died when you were six months old. That is not your Pete. That is a Pete. For all we know he’s got his own Jackie, his own Rose. His own daughter who is someone else, but not you. You can’t see him. Not ever.” Rose gives a tiny nod. I squeeze her hand in comfort.

Rose and I stroll along the bank of the Thames. We sit down on a bench and Rose opens her phone. Footage of the news plays. We watch for a few moments before she closes it.

The Doctor and Mickey walk towards us.

“There you are! You all right? No applause, I fixed it!” The Doctor shows us a power cell, “Twenty-four hours, then we’re flying back to reality.” He sits down next to me and holds the power cell up to show Rose.

His grin fades as he notices the phone in Rose’s hands, “What is it?”

“My phone connected. There’s this Cybus Network, it finds your phone. It gave me internet access.”

“Rose, whatever it says, this is the wrong world.”

“I don’t exist.”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s no Rose Tyler. I was never born. There’s Pete, my dad, and Jackie… He still married mum… but they never had kids.”

“Give me that phone.” He tries to grab the phone from her.

Rose pulls it away from his grasp, “They’re rich. They’ve got a house and cars, and everything they want.” She pauses, “But they haven’t got me.”

She stands up, walks away from the bench, and turns to face the Doctor, “I’ve gotta see him.” “You can’t.”

“I just wanna see him.”

“I can’t let you!”

“You said twenty-four hours!”

“You can’t become their daughter, that’s not the way it works! Mickey, Abby, tell her.”

I share a look with Mickey, and we both stand.

“Twenty-four hours, yeah?”

“Where’re you two going?”

“We can do what we want!” I snap when he reaches for my hand.

Rose starts walking backward in the opposite direction, “I’ve got the address and everything.”

The Doctor looks from me and Mickey to Rose, “Stay where you are, all of you! Rose, come back here! Mickey, Abby, come back here right now!”

“I just wanna see him.”

“Yeah, We’ve got things to see and all.”

The Doctor looks between Mickey and me, “Like what?”

“None of your business.” I glare.

“I’m sorry. I’ve gotta go.” 

The Doctor turns between the three of us. We’re all walking away.

I gesture to Rose, “Go on then. Mickey’ll keep me safe and you’ll keep Rose safe. We’ve got twenty-four hours to do whatever we want.”

The Doctor runs after Rose.

We walk alongside a factory, there’s a group of military barring up the road ahead.

A soldier approaches us. “Are we alright to get past?”

“Yeah. No, bother. Curfew doesn’t start ‘til ten.”

Mickey and I share a confused look but continue.

Once we get past the barrier I tell him, “I’m gonna go see my grandma, meet you back here in a few hours.”

I approach the Powell estate and climb the stairs up to my old flat. Right when I go to knock on the door, it opens.

My eyes widen in complete shock, it’s me standing in the doorway.

She looks at me in confusion, before her eyes widen, “Oh, my gosh…” She pulls me inside the flat.

“I always knew there were parallel universes! I just didn’t realize that when I reached out, one would respond!”

I look at her bewildered, “What the fuck do you mean respond?”

She pulls me over to grandma’s bedroom and opens the door. She waltzes in and turns on the lights.

“I’ve been studying parallel universes for ages, I even built a machine to try and reach one.” She pulls a sheet off of an airway radio, “It’s made from old radios and some ear-pods from Cybus.”

“You built a functional multiversal communication device?” I gush, “I thought that would be impossible! How did you do that?”

“Well, the transmitter from Cybus is the most advanced stuff around, though I suspect your world has something better if it brought you here to my universe. I had to hook it to the closest power grid just to turn it on for a minute. And the only thing the radio picked up on was this beautiful singing. Then the whole block's power went out.” She rubs the back of her neck, “Luckily no one found out it was me, ‘cause the security cameras lost power which meant the footage was lost.”

“Singing?” I furrow my brows, realizing something, “The tardis sings to me all the time.”

“What’s a tardis?”

“The tardis is a spaceship, it stands for time and relative dimensions in space. She’s the last one in the universe, and she’s fully sentient.”

“You have a sentient spaceship?!” She grabs my shoulders.

“Yeah, well it’s not mine, it’s my… friends. He’s from a different planet, one that invented time travel. Anyways, the tardis communicates telepathically, so if she knew it was a variant of me then she must have looked into your head. That’s why you heard the singing.”

“But why did that cause you to come to my universe?”

“I’m not quite sure. The tardis has a habit of taking us where we need to go, as opposed to where we want to. Ya know, to help people. There must be something very wrong in this universe for her to nearly die getting here.”

“Well, aside from everyone having those Cybus things in their ears all the time, which I didn’t get, 'cause I’m not stupid I’ve seen way too many disaster movies for that. There have been homeless people going missing off the streets into these big Cybus trailers. Which unnerves me because what the fuck are they doing with the homeless people?”

“Yeah, that sounds weird. Do you have any theories?” I ask.

“Yes, but Ricky never lets me get a word in, he thinks all my theories are stupid because I believe in the multiverse.”

“Does Ricky happen to have a blind grandmother that he used to live with?”

“Yes! Do you have a Ricky in your world?”

“Kinda, except his name is Mickey and in my world, his grandma died a while back. Speaking off, what happened to our grandma?”

“She’s dead. And there’s nothing left for me in the states since our family died when I was twelve.” “That’s not what happened in my world. Though I guess anything could happen considering Rose was never born here.”

“Who’s Rose?”

“Our best friend, and Mickey’s sort of girlfriend, they’re going through a thing right now so…”

“So Mickey’s not your boyfriend? Ricky’s mine.”

I make a face of disgust, “That makes me uncomfortable. Mostly because the entire time I’ve known him, they’ve been dating.”

“That makes sense, though I’m curious about the friend who you said has the time machine.”

“Oh, that’s the Doctor, he’s my… oh god, I don’t think we ever made it official.” “Made what official?”

“I’m in love with him, and up until the other day I thought he was in love with me, but then he made out with Madame de Pompadour right in front of me and I’ve been mad at him ever since.”

“No!”

“Yes, and I’ve risked my life to save him from certain death!”

“What an asshole!”

“I know!”

We talk for about two hours about random things, including the Doctor and what differences we have in our lives, and I figured out her name is Gabby. Her phone rings.

“Oh, I’ve got to get this, it’s Ricky.” She picks it up, “Hey babe, you’ll never believe what just— Oh? That’s great, I’ll be there in a minute. Yeah, love yo—” She awkwardly puts the phone down.

“He never lets you get a word in does he?”

“Not really.”

“Then why are you still with him?”

“I don’t know. It’s better than being alone all the time.” She shrugs, “Anyways, let’s go, they’re picking us up in the van.”

We exit the flat and gun it down the stairs, right as we exit the estate, a van pulls up and the doors open.

She gets in and pulls me with her.

“Mrs. Moore, Jake, Ricky, this is Abby, she’s me from an alternate universe. Abby this is Mrs. Moore, Jake, and Ricky.” She seems to notice Mickey in the passenger seat, “Oh! This must be your alternate universe counterpart!”

Ricky looks at her, “What are you going on about?”

“My theories about there being a multiverse were right! And apparently, it drew in a spaceship from an alternate universe.” She smiles.

“Oh, that explains this one.” Ricky gestures to Mickey, “Hang on, how did you draw in a spaceship?”

“I told you the machine I built would work, and it did, it drew in a tardis, that’s the spaceship's name.”

“That’s great, babe.” We pull up to an address and Jake and Rickey crouch in the bushes.

“I’ve identified the address. It belongs to Peter Tyler. The Vitex millionaire.” I look at my variant in concern, “We gotta get in there.”

Mickey nods, “Yeah seriously.”

I watch Ricky run out and fire guns at the Cybermen.

Rose fusses with his coat.

Gabby, Mickey, and I run toward them.

“Rose! That’s not me. That’s like… the other one.”

Rose stares at him, then at Ricky.

“Oh, as if things weren’t bad enough, there’s two Mickeys!”

“Don’t talk about him like that!” Gabby and I chime in unison.

The Doctor turns to look at us, blinks and looks back at the robots.

“We’re surrounded…”

Ricky raises his gun.

“Put the gun down. Bullets won’t stop them.”

Jake ignores this and fires a rally. 

The Doctor pushes his gun aside, “No! Stop shooting, now!” He straightens and addresses the surrounding robots, “We surrender! Hands up…” We all stick our hands up, “There’s no need to damage us, we’re good stock. We volunteer for the upgrade program. Take us to be processed.”

“You are rogue elements.”

“But we surrender.” “You are incompatible.”

“But this is a surrender!” “You will be deleted.”

The Doctor starts shouting, “But we’re surrendering! Listen to me, we surrender!” “You are inferior. Man will be reborn as Cybermen but you will perish under maximum deletion.”

The Cyberman raises its arm and reaches toward the Doctor.

#tenth doctor x oc #tenth doctor x reader #doctor who #doctor who x reader #doctor who x oc

[koalpigeon]

Sneak-peak Avatar Fanfiction

Other sneak peaks of wattpad books I am currently making or planning to make: Darkling (Geralt of Rivia)

A Jake x Oc x Neytiri x Tsu’tey fanfiction! Chapter One, and it heavily unedited, but as the title says, just a sneak peek.

"Are you sure you'll be fine out there?"

"Auntie," the blonde sighed out, running a hand through her hair as she got herself comfortable in the weird, green padding in the rectangular box. "I've used this Neuro-link every single time for the last 5 years that I've had my Avatar and nothing's gone wrong."

The redhead above her only pursed her lips in response, turning away from the girl and tapping away on a screen next to the pod.

She eventually caved in, seeing the determination burn behind the greyish green pupils.

"Okay, I trust you, Celeste. Just don't exert yourself more than you need to," she advised, glancing at the young adult whose face lit up with excitement.

Ever since what had happened two years ago, Celeste had her Aunt stand over her pod and ask that question every single time to make sure that she was doing alright.

And each time, she had given the same answer.

"I won't, believe me."

Celeste laid down in the pod and watched as her Aunt pulled down the body cage first and then the lid – engulfing her in darkness. The familiarity of it made the young woman close her eyes, ready for the day ahead.

The next time she opened her eyes, a wooden ceiling was in view instead of the laboratory where her body was placed.

Pushing herself up off of the bed, Celeste's now mixed coloured eyes ventured down at her appearance. She had on a pair of dark green shorts with a white stripe down the sides and a maroon crop top that stopped just above her belly button.

Her skin tone was no longer pale, and instead was a dark blue with stripe-like markings all over in an even darker shade of blue.

That's what she found herself looking at often when often thinking about her Avatar. She was a darker blue than everyone else, and the scientists just put it off on putting it in use before it was ready.

A soft thump on the mattress underneath the tall frame of Celeste made the woman turn her head to see a familiar tail moving on its own accord and thumping on the human-made structure.

A small laugh left her pale blue lips as she stood on her feet, running a hand over her hair that had small braids at the front hanging over her shoulder and the rest roamed free down her back with a longer, thicker braided strand of hair with a strange pink thing she had learnt years ago was a Tsaheylu.

A small grunt of displeasure came forth when her pointer finger got caught on a wooden object on one of her braids.

Her gaze focused on the item, the delicate carving and perfectly made bead came from one of many fond memories before the accident that had left her traumatised.

Shaking it off, the now ten foot Avatar stood up from where she was laid and looked around her – spotting a familiar Avatar woman with similar wooden beads in her hair.

"Auntie," she called out, catching up with the smiling, older woman. "What are we going to do today?"

"Go see that marine I had spoken to you about? The one who replaced his twin brother?" Grace informed, pushing open the wooden sliding doors and Celeste watched the greenery move around with a small smile.

How she adored Pandora.

"Jake was his name, right?" Celeste questioned, hopping down the steps with ease and landing on the grassy ground with a small thud.

"You would be correct, CeeCee."

Grace followed after her relative's movements, the beads in her hair swinging side to side which instinctively made the younger woman reach up for her own beaded braids and the older female only gave her a sympathetic look.

"I know you miss them, Cel, especially after all this time," she soothed, bringing her large, blue hand to rest on the girl's head.

Celeste hated that she was right, but it didn't make it any less painful to admit to herself that she will most likely never see them again.

"Would he be out yet?" Celeste dismissed the current topic, bringing it back to the supposed crippled marine who had only come as his brother, Tommy, had died after being mugged.

Grace only sighed in disappointment that Celeste felt like she needed to push away her problems instead of facing them head on - knowing it will only cause her loved one more trouble and pain the more she refused to admit it.

"With the use of his legs gone from his human body, I think he'd be out the door in no time," she mused, her ears flickering to the left as the two family members caught on to a shouting male and running feet.

"There he is now."

Celeste twitched her head to the sound of mulch being pressed against and rapidly sounding footsteps, spotting an Avatar body come running down the pathway – jumping sideways to narrowly miss a guy in a robot machine and finally coming to a stop in front of the fruit.

"Hey, marine!"

The two made their way over to the newbie, Celeste holding in a small laugh at the sight of him still in the patient's outfit.

He'd have run from the infirmary to where they were with the gown flashing his behind to everyone watching.

"Grace?" The man's voice was deep and filled with surprise at the sight of the once ginger, middle-aged woman now a black-haired, blue Avatar standing before him.

"Well, who'd you expect, numbnuts?" Grace taunted, peeling off one of the fruits from the tree that was the same size as them. "Think fast," she continued, throwing an under-arm pass to the former soldier.

Celeste looked on with curiosity as the marine caught the purple object, looking between the two of them with slight confusion.

"Motor controls looking good. By the way, this is Celeste, my Niece. Celeste, this is Jake, Jake Sully."

The male looked up from half-way biting into the alien fruit and gave a juicy smile, both hands occupied with holding the delicacy as his yellow-green eyes locked with the slightly darker Avatar's eyes which were greyish green on the bottom but yellow everywhere else.

"Nice to meet you, Celeste," Jake said, trying to sound his best as his mouth was still covered in liquid and instead it came muffled and almost incoherent.

Celeste let out a laugh, shaking her head whilst her hands found their way on her hips – mimicking her Aunt's stance as the two of them watched the newcomer with smiles on their faces.

The youngest Augustine just knew that this boy was going to be a whole lot of fun, something different than the rest of the people on Pandora.

A sneak peak of an upcoming avatar fanfic I’m planning to write on wattpad! Username is Koalacase if you wanna check out other books I have.

#JakeSully #neytiri #tsu'tey #avatar #James cameron #x oc #fourway #romance #drama #slowburn #love #jakesullyxoc #Neytiri x oc #Tsu'tey x oc #Realistic

[e1igius]

the song rings though the cozy houston apartment , a large lost space inspired by modern western and mexican architecture. the sultry southern voice plays across the record as intertwined fingers and socked feet dance back and forth in a slow dance , [ i could live , or i could die , hanging onto the words you say ] , a few little spins here and there but for the most part the pair is just bouncing back and forth on their feet. he doesn't remember how the conversation had shifted to the dance , but one moved coffee table later he's got the girl dancing in the apartment to luke combs of all things. there were certainly better. huckleberry missed two step , he hadn't really danced with anyone since , well the last time he'd attended a barracks party as a sergeant... he'd been younger than she was now. time really did fly by. it felt like a lifetime ago , though , it really was.

most everyone he'd considered a peer then , was dead or married with kids and there was no in between. he didn't keep up with them anymore , but the constant reminders on social media were enough. [ don't tell me you need me , if you don't believe it ] thankfully , none of his inequity seemed to matter around the little metal-head that had weaseled her way into his life on a whim. he'd essentially taken her in as one would a runaway , a puppy. bright eyes full of wonder , she fit the bill rather well. but it was the first person he had in his life where he didn't have to feel watched , analyzed , or used by. the first person in ten years to want to spend time around him for fun. the feeling was extremely foreign. it was extremely welcome.

her head's against his chest , the guitar reminds him of his home in west texas , wide open fields. full of blank pages he wishes he could be. to the laughter and joy of the evening are perfectly engraved in his mind like some sort of precious memory that he already knows he's going to miss. it's been the quickest friendship ever fostered. as if the jigsaw mess of his life had been expecting her , had been saving her a seat , right in the front row. [ sitting back , looking back , at every mess that i've made ] she was surprisingly good at this , the dancing thing. he'd mentioned as much when they'd started the charade three songs ago , with a classic. now the playlist that he'd gotten pressed into a record was... messing with the ambience.

as the familiar tune of the guitar comes to an end , he catches a glimpse of something in her gaze , [ let me know the truth , before i dive right in to you ] and the transition to morgan wallen's voice comes over the radio he shakes his head a little. trying to forget it. he doesn't have time to think about it. a soft kiss placed on her forehead as he steps away. ❝ you're quite good at that for someone who insists they've never two-stepped before. ❞ she was a musician , though he wasn't exactly sure how the two skills translated. huckleberry could play guitar but if anyone asked him to sing he'd rather die. a hand reaches out , a familiar gesture now , ruffling her hair up a little. it's soft and flows and it's fun to watch her get mildly upset with him over it. ❝ what were we talkin' about ? ❞

@bnchee sent 👄  +   ♥

#bnchee #hi they're @ his apartment this time

[warped-stem]

i knew he was stimming :)

#warped liveblogs #warped warbles #i thought the noise was scissors at first #but whenever dream stims i just get happy #and then he was banging his phone against his desk #im wondering if i should start a tag for him stimming bc its a big comfort #i was fuckin Gnawing on a plastic knife earlier bc chew stim #hopefully i can find more stuff of him stimming bc no one seems to pick up on it when he does it #theres like. only 2 or 3 clips ive seen #a lot of his stims seem to be vocal too #but i noticed he also hits his desk a lot (like that one mcc practice stream!! his pat pats) #anyway dream stimming makes me stim sometimes bc like. he's unafraid to do it and im usually so terrified to make noise when i stim #lmao it was the getting yelled at repeatedly for shaking my leg until the behavior was shamed out of me <3 #i actually only recently started letting myself be open about my stims with my sister (who was the one who shamed me) #she was talking about her brother in law (undiagnosed but we're pretty sure he's on the autism spectrum) and this noise he makes with his #nose & its kinda like a clicking? idk how he does it but its obviously a comfort to him #but my sister called it a tic which. not really. so i perked up and was like !! oh!!! youre talking about stimming!!! #and i told her about one of my current common ones which is just doing yellow in asl really really fast #(hang ten fingers but shaking the hand back and forth) and she was just like. uh-huh okay. #but not Too dismissively? idk she acknowledged it and continued w the convo #but i already let him have one of my old stim toys (a tangle i broke. its still useable) bc i didnt like the texture and he's around me most #often when we have the kids over. probs bc i talk to him like hes a person and not like he's a kid or a pest #but like ive let him have some of my squishies n stuff too so its obvious he likes stim toys #god i have so many now i'm sad my pig broke #oh rip im rambling #stimmy dream #< dream stimming tag <3

[sukirichi]

reckless [02.]

With a lackadaisical playboy as your boss, being reckless wasn’t an option. But on the one time you let loose and made mistakes, your life is shattered, and now you’re playing house with your insufferable boss who is the father of your baby.

✘ cw. angst, toxic situations

✘ note. yes, feel free to scream at me in the asks. but like don’t worry, i promise there’s more to come and there’s more to happen! it’s going to get fluffier as we go hehehehe. ALSO, I can’t help but feel that Zayn’s “Let Me” speaks perfectly to CEO playboy Gojo. hmph.

one  ✘  two  ✘  three 

One glance at the tall man beside you, and you would’ve thought he would pass out soon.

Satoru had been endlessly fidgety hours before the appointment. Flicking from music stations to another, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel or sighing at the sight of you calmly watching the city go by in a flash – it was clear he was restless. Judging from the dark circles he tried to conceal under a pair of shades, he probably hadn’t slept much last night as well.

Now that you were both inside the clinical room, with you laying back down on the reclined bed, belly exposed and all for him to marvel at, his knee hadn’t stopped bouncing. “Satoru, calm down. It’s just a doctor’s appointment.”

“Sorry,” he apologized sheepishly, rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants. “I’m just…excited yet nervous, you know? It feels so real now.”

Real didn’t begin to cover it. Although you masked your nervous quite well, you felt your stomach tighten when a woman came in. Her smile was gentle and comforting enough, talking you both through the process and spilling little fun facts about pregnancy. She applied a cool gel over your belly before turning to a screen, where mixed dots and waves of black and white blurred in front of your visions. Your eyes widened in awe, throat dry from the inability to speak. The baby had always felt real, but seeing it with your own two eyes, a small figure barely even a comprehensible shape in the screen, you couldn’t help but tear up a little.

“That’s mine?” Satoru breathed out, absentmindedly looping his hands through yours. It made you stiffen for a quick second, but your attention was quickly pulled back to the sonogram. “We made that?”

Your heart clenched at his words.

He sounded so happy – like all his dreams came true and you’d just given him a gift that was beyond priceless. You supposed it really was; a baby was always a miracle and joy to have, but this child wasn’t made out of love. How could he have so much fondness for something he didn’t want in the first place?

“The baby is perfectly healthy. This pregnancy doesn’t seem like a high-risk one, but it’s too early to tell so we’ll keep checking in on you,” the doctor pushed her glasses back to her nose, the sound of her cool voice pulling you back from a dangerous path of self-doubt and wariness. “Do you guys want to know the gender?”

Glancing at Satoru, you shook your head. It was amusing that you didn’t need to share words before he got the meaning behind one look, and he squeezed your hand as if to say he understood.

“I’d like that to be more of a surprise. Thank you, doctor.”

“Congratulations on being a father, Sir,” she bowed, and it occurred to you just now she was probably a family doctor. Satoru did end up keeping his promise that your pregnancy be kept private for a while. This little detail made you turn to him with shock written all over your face, though his attention was centred in on the swirling monochrome colours on the screen. Whether the doctor noticed the brewing tension between you two or not, you were still gad when they bowed once more to excuse themselves. “I’ll leave you two to talk now.”

The moment she was gone, you sat up and pushed your blouse down. Satoru’s demeanour had changed as well. His smile was wiped from his face, replaced only by a slight downturn of his lips.

Sighing, you swung your legs over the bed, not minding one bit that he was inches away from resting his chin onto your thighs. “Is there something you’re not telling me? You’ve been so worried since we got here.”

Satoru winced.

“Am I that obvious?”

“Even if you aren’t, it’s not that hard to see through you,” you spoke gently, a spirit possessing you because there would’ve been no other logical reason on why you placed a palm over his. Satoru’s hands were warm and large as he cupped your knee, tracing little patterns over your jeans as he kept his gaze lowered to the floor. It was an odd sight to see; that the Gojo Satoru refused to look a woman in the eye. “Tell me. What’s wrong?”

Satoru’s sigh is painfully drawn out, though his chuckles took the brunt.

“I don’t know what to do – how to be a father, I mean. Don’t you ever get worried…that maybe we might fuck up and ruin someone’s life?”

“Hey,” you cupped his cheek, forcing him to look you in the eyes – which you really wished he didn’t, because you’d never seen such azure this up close before. It was no secret that his eyes alone stole the hearts of people, but you had to remind yourself he broke them as well, so that you pulled away right before he got too close for comfort. It wasn’t what he needed anyway. Satoru simply required reassurance, so you opted for an awkward pat on the shoulder. “Weren’t you the one telling me the other day we’ll work it out?”

“Yeah, but…”

“But what?”

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head, a smile lighting up his features once more. “Are you feeling good? There’s someplace I want to take you, as a celebration for our healthy baby.”

You pursed your lips. As much as you appreciated his enthusiasm, this ‘celebration’ didn’t sound like a good idea. You’ve made mistakes before and now you lived the consequence of it; being reckless was outdated. Caution, wariness, and space were the top three perfect recipes for the complete opposite of a disaster.

“I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Why not?” he challenged, taking your hand in his as he guided you out the clinic. You made no comment on why he led you out the back where he’d parked his car, even going as far to bow for you as he opened your door. “Liven up a little, we got good news today! Plus, we didn’t both take a day for nothing. Come on, you’re going to have fun, I promise you!”

“And where would we go where people won’t recognize you?”

“Somewhere people are too lost in their own world to focus on others,” Satoru announced before sending you a side glance, smooth hands already on their way to rev the engine.

This wouldn’t go down well. Or at least that was what you wanted to believe, because his smile and excitement were too contagious that you couldn’t restrain the smile you wore.

“A carnival? Really? We’re too old for this.”

“We’re never too old for anything,” he insisted, placing his hands on your shoulders as he maneuvered from stall to stall. Everywhere around you, children and people of all ages milled by, laughter and screams that fading into the distance. One survey at the long, endless lines for the rides and crowded spaces, you grimaced, feeling an uncomfortable weight resting on your shoulders that was beyond Satoru’s hands. “Aw, come on, don’t be such a bore. Day offs like these are rare and think about the baby! Don’t you think they would’ve wanted us to get a long?”

“You’re just using the baby as an excuse to have fun.”

Of course he would – Gojo Satoru was like a man-child. Whether it was someone randomly bringing donuts or puppies into the office, he easily lit up like a firework, seemingly finding joy in every little thing. Being stuck in the office and forced to work his ass off under your supervision must’ve taken a toll on him too.

Add on the fact he hadn’t gone out on dates or parties ever since he found out he was going to be a dad, the desperation to go out and do something was written all over his face.

Satoru pouted. “That’s mean. Take that back.”

“No.”

“And I’m the childish one here?” he snickered. You merely rolled your eyes at him and gave in; too much time spent working and not enough time relaxing (not that being a carnival was your definition or relaxation, but alas, Satoru was dragging you around everywhere like always) wouldn’t be good for the baby.

“You see that bear over there? I’m going to win that for you. It could be my first ever present for our baby.”

There was no stopping him. You didn’t want to, either, because you just stood there, arms crossed against your chest as you let him do whatever he pleased. A literal man-child, a youthful soul stuck in an irritatingly attractive man’s body – these were the thoughts that ran through your head while Satoru kept swinging his arm back and forth. He chose a stall where you had to knock down stacks of cans down with one set of three balls, all because he wanted to win a bear. You would really rather go home than watch him fail four times now, but he wasn’t giving up, only flexing his shoulders before gesturing to the young man.

“Hey man, three more balls please.”

Nothing was funny about it at all. Watching your boss fail miserably even after ten tries shouldn’t have been so hilarious, yet sweat was dripping all over his face and his patience was hanging on a loose thread that you were giggling before you knew it.

His usual confident bravado began to tear down bit by bit, his face flushed from the sounds of your teasing.

“Satoru, stop,” you laughed, “We’ve been here for twenty minutes and your wallet might as well be empty! You can just go buy a bear at the mall.”

“You’re too functional. Where would be the meaning behind it if I just bought a random bear?” he huffed, pushing the sleeves of his denim jacket up to his elbows. Determined now more than ever, he even stretched his long arms side to the side with a shake of his hips. You could tell the young man manning the stall was hiding his amusement by whistling to himself, but Satoru really was such a ridiculous sight you couldn’t blame him. “No, I’m going to get that for you, then I’ll brag to my baby how cool their dad was when he knocked those cans down.”

“You mean, if you knock those cans down.”

His shoulders deflated. “Support me a little bit, will you?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, it might just inflate your ego and you’ll be too distracted by yourself to ever actually knock those cans down,” He threw a ball with a force so strong it hit the curtain above the cans, and it bounced back somewhere below the tables. It didn’t even touch the can by a smidge, and you snorted. “See what I mean?”

Expecting that Satoru would take insult to heart (as his ego was easily wounded, this much you knew when he refused to talk to anyone at the office for a whole day because one of his directors forgot his name) you smirked at him, but that smirk immediately dropped when he grinned back at you. He was no longer wimpy like before, an aura of confidence brimming from him. “That’s like the second time you’ve told me I was distracting,” he mused, leaving you baffled because he was right. “On the contrary, I think you’rea lot more distracting, so I take that back. Just stand there and watch me win.”

“Okay,” you drawled out in faux disinterest, thankful for the corny carnival music and chatter from the crowd that he couldn’t hear your poor beating heart.

You were too focused on pretending to be unbothered by him that you failed to see how the cans were knocked down. The counter guy was already picking them up as Satoru pumped his fists in the air, way too much like a child high on sugar.

Was this really the father of your baby?

“I won! I fucking won! That huge brown bear, please!”Satoru’s smile from holding the bear that was half his size couldn’t even compare to the city lights and sparklers. Even his eyes were lit up in joy as he skipped back to you, happily waving the doe-eyed bear in front of you. At your lack of reaction, he sighed before jutting his cheek out to you. “No congratulations kiss?”

“How about a slap?”

“Kinky,” he teased, sending your brain to overheat when he tapped his chin in thought. “Well, you did make my back bleed so I kind of got the idea you’re sort of extreme in bed – ow! Would you please stop hitting me? I just won you a wonderful prize and your first reaction is to hit me! This arm is exhausted from swinging endlessly, you know.”

“Maybe if you aimed better, you wouldn’t have had to exhaust yourself. Like I said, you could’ve just bought a bear,” you scolded, raising your arm threateningly when he opened his mouth again. Idiot. “Give me that.”

Satoru effortlessly swung the bear until it was under your chins, his white lashes ethereal as he peeked at you through them. He was close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath dusting on your cheeks, that same warmth that had been mixing with yours in a sloppy, heated kiss just weeks ago. “And who said I was letting you carry this?” he taunted, thoroughly enjoying how for once, you weren’t hitting him.“I’m supposed to wave this around proudly then place it in our baby’s room when we get home. Besides, your hand looks heavy already.”

“My hands? Wait, what do you mean our baby’s room?”

At your words and questioning gaze, Satoru did a quick turn, trying to use the bear as a shield.

“Yeah, I forgot to tell you,” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, “I may or may not have had my parents’ guest room renovated as a baby room, although if you ask me, I think moving somewhere else would be much better. Raising a child in a penthouse doesn’t seem like such a great idea if you ask me,” opening your mouth to scold him, Satoru stopped you by placing a finger on your lips, noses grazing against each other. “Don’t scold me right now; I know that look on your face and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, okay? We can still decorate it ourselves. I just had the beds removed and the space cleaned out. Now stop over thinking and let me help you with your problem.”

You pushed his face away for the sake of your heart. In fact, you should be paid for your acting skills for looking so unaffected.

“What problem?”

“Your hands look heavy,” he beamed, long fingers looping through yours as he swayed them side to side. “So let me carry it for you.”

“Satoru, I—”

“Don’t get me wrong,” he blinked innocently while surrendering his free hand, “I’m not doing this for you, it’s for the baby. Did you know oxytocin is released and makes you feel good and reduces pain, maybe even stress? We can pump your oxytocin levels through touch. It also lowers your blood pressure, and we want you at your happiest and healthiest for this pregnancy, right?”

“Since when were you an expert on this?”

“Since I found out I’m becoming a dad,” his words struck you speechless, mouth pressed into a flat line as you stared him openly. You hadn’t mean to come off as rude in that moment; you were just trying to gauge the sincerity behind his words, to explore the depth in his eyes, but Satoru must’ve took it wrong as he cleared his throat, “I can let go if you really want me to.”

“N-no! It’s fine…can we move? We’ve been standing here for ten minutes now,” Embarrassed, you pointed to the closest thing in your sight – a photo booth. “How about there? That looks fun.”

Satoru followed where your arm was pointed, laughing when a couple exited the red curtains while giggling amongst themselves. The guy even leaned down to steal a long kiss from his lover, and if you were embarrassed before, you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come back again right now. “You know, if you wanted me to be stuck in a cramped space next to you, you could’ve just said so. I didn’t bring the limo with me, but the Audi could be pretty small for us, I guess…”

You hissed at him in warning, “God, you never shut up do you?”

“It made you smile.”

“I wasn’t smiling!”

“Sure, mommy, whatever you say,” bumping his hip with yours, Satoru led you inside the cube. There were a plethora of filters to choose from; ranging from heart frames and ones that placed shades on your face. Not really thinking of what to pick, you reached out to press the frog hats one, but Satoru was swatting your hands away for the effect with heart emojis everywhere. “This is cute. We can show this to our baby once they’re born.”

“They won’t really know what a Polaroid is, Satoru.”

“It’s still sentimental!” he grumbled before clicking the camera icon, a huge smile already on his face until he saw you squished on the other side of the booth. Only one side of your ear could be seen, and Satoru furrowed his brows at you. “Come closer, you’ll be cropped from the frame.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Jesus, Y/N, don’t act shy now, I already fucked a baby into you,” mouth falling open at the vulgarity of his words, Satoru took the chance to drag you beside him. “Relax, you’re always so stiff. Our baby might come out frowning if you keep huffing like that.”

“You’re too close for comfort.”

“My apologies, I’ll try not to be included in the photo when you’re the one who suggested this in the first place,” he muttered playfully, booping your nose before he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. He was close, too close, that his musky perfume filled the close space. You wanted to lean closer to his warmth and sturdiness of his broad shoulders; his mere presence bringing about a sense of tranquillity despite your words. You told yourself it shouldn’t be too bad to lean into him for just a little while, absentmindedly following him as he cheers, “Smile!”

One photo turned into two, and Satoru ended up inserting a few more bills into the slot to take more. He tried out as many filters as he wanted, acting as if you two had been long time friends from how easy it was for him to be around you like that.

You supposed it came from his heavy experience with women. You were so unlike; while he was open to touch and didn’t care too much about space, you craved it deliriously.

It was obvious none of this meant anything to Satoru. You were probably just another woman in his life, with the exception that you had a kid, but you couldn’t mean something more. If anything, he treated you more like an old friend than a lover. He’d said it himself before that you weren’t his type and you didn’t mind, so why did it hurt the longer you mulled about it? Sure, you may not be as attractive or luxurious as his previous lovers, but did you really not even have charismatic pull? Is it because you weren’t his type that he was so casual with you, while you on the other hand, felt like you would lose your mind at every little thing he did?

You watched as Satoru pulled out his wallet and kept the Polaroid of you both grinning at the camera, forming a silly heart shape with your hands per his request. It was silly and platonic – yet the gesture confused you to no end.

“Why’d you do that?”

Satoru’s hand paused. “Am I not allowed to���?”

“We’re not lovers. You can’t just put a photo of us in your wallet.”

As if to prove a point, Satoru pulled out more photos of his wallet and showed it to you. There were several more wallet-sized photos, mostly of his white cat with black shades, another of him and his best friend, Shoko, and the last photo was of him skiing. They were all placed in his wallet along with a small, faded out photograph of what seemed to be his parents from the younger days. You couldn’t understand why he was showing you this, much less how patient he was as he smiled softly at you. “It’s memorabilia. I keep photos of everyone I care about everywhere with me,” he said, pocketing his wallet back before gazing up at the night sky. “I like to think we’re friends, at least. We’re definitely not just boss and employee anymore.”

Then what are we?

There were so many things you wanted to ask. You always knew he was always this overly friendly and nice, but what did make you? What did a friend mean to him? Other than Shoko, who was his lesbian friend who was also the company’s resident doctor, you’d never seen him be platonic with another female before.

The realization made your mood drop.

Maybe you were right. He probably didn’t even see you as a woman, but what did it matter? You didn’t like him. You shouldn’tlike him. Even if he had no intentions of wooing you, Gojo Satoru was far too appealing for his own good. Being around him was dangerous for your heart.

“Wanna ride the ferris wheel? The night city always looks beautiful.”

He was just your boss...and you were just a friend. Things were going to be alright as long as no feelings were involved. You survived seven years of working with him with not a single moment where your heart fluttered when he spoke your name; a baby made between you shouldn’t change anything now. At the end of the day, you were both only doing this out of responsibility. Satoru was trying his best to become a supportive co-parent to you, and that was all it ever would be. Strictly business – purely professional – as it always had been and always will be.

Foolish girl, you could hear a voice whisper at the back of your head, don’t get too lost in his eyes.

“Y/N, are you tired? Do you want to go home now? We can just order dinner to be delivered if you’re exhausted,” Satoru tugged at your sleeve to get your attention, and you chuckled awkwardly, not meaning to have spaced out the whole time. Worry was written all over his face from the way his brows dipped, stunning blue eyes darkening like the night sky you both made memories under.

Don’t look at me like that...

“Are you okay? Do you wanna go home?”

“Yeah,” you chirped far too brightly than you would’ve liked. Right now, it was more of a mission of fake it til you make it. You would just have to keep exerting the same amount of effort into making this work for the baby’s sake. And if that meant pushing aside any budding desire for this to last any longer to focus on your ‘friendship’, then you would do it. Taking Satoru’s hand for the first time since the baby ordeal, you flashed him a genuine smile. “The ferris wheel sounds nice. Let’s do some sightseeing before the night ends.”

Neither of you speak inside the cab. Beautiful the night was as the city shone into awakening illumination beneath you, comforting you with the thought that in the grand scheme of it all, you were small. Insignificant. That somehow everything you worried about wouldn’t matter when there was a much bigger world out there, and you were but a fickle dot in the middle of its entirety. But that was you, and Gojo lived in a much different world than you did. For somewhere in the city, you could recognize several of the sky towers, buildings, and establishments owned by his family. He mattered in the grand scheme; you were a small factor in his world.

Glancing back at the man who’d been silent the whole ride, you smiled upon seeing that he was doing the same. Satoru was practically bouncing in his seat as he snapped several photos of the city, mumbling something about he’d never seen this view before.

He was so innocent yet so out there, igniting within you an urge to take care of him and wanting to be taken care of by him.

You’d already accepted that you may just never have him that way. That small, fleeting crush was like a butterfly – pretty look at, but damn near impossible to catch. You’d already stopped crying yourself to sleep over the new changes brought about in your body, that in a few months’ time, you’d look back into everything and see that everything had changed. The mistakes you made that night were still something you regretted because you wished you could’ve done better, but seeing him right in front of you now, there was only gratefulness blooming within. Grateful that he was right by your side, grateful that at least the father of your child was more than capable of giving them a comfortable life, grateful that he didn’t push you away like you expected.

Acting more on impulse than logic, you leaned over to press your lips on his cheek.“Thank you,” you mumbled, eyes closed as you let your lips stay there for a few more seconds.

His skin was warm underneath your touch, and when you opened your eyes, Satoru was gazing up at you with stars twinkling in the vast galaxy he called his eyes. You smiled at his reaction, watching as he reached a palm out to caress that spot your lips had landed.“For what?”

“For everything,” you crumbled,“You’re not a bad person, Satoru, I know that,” with shuddered breaths, tears sprung at the back of your eyes again. “I’m sorry for being so difficult. I just need time to adjust to…well, all of this.” Your voice cracked at the last sentence and you were crying before you knew it, face hidden behind your palms in fear he’d look at you differently. In his eyes, you were always his stoic secretary who didn’t even bat an eye when people gave you backlash after Satoru hired you despite the lack of a college degree.

This all felt new – to cry, to trust, to rely on someone – and there was a flurry of emotions you couldn’t quite place yet.

Scooping you into his arms, Satoru patted your back as your cries grew louder. “Take all the time you need. We don’t have to rush into anything at all.”

In the harsh world of conglomerates where the laws of business blurred thinner and thinner with each day, it was hard to believe that not rushing into anything would be possible. It was always a flurry of hurried phone calls, frantic preparations for emergency meetings, anxiety over presenting new proposals and hoping that your superiors would sign your documents so you could go about your way. Time was as imperative as money was to them, but Satoru had proved he could be beyond that.

From the moment you met him, he never treated time as if it was something that slipped through his fingertips. He enjoyed every second he had of his life, and perhaps that was why you hated him so much in the first place.

You thought he took everything for granted, when in reality, all he did was bask in the little things life offered.

This much, at least, you trusted him with. If he said there would be no need to rush and you could both take it slow, he meant it. Around him, time felt more like a secret whisper than a treasure you both had to seize to protect. The night drifted off until it was already midnight and the crew was ushering all visitors out. You and Satoru made it home safely and quietly, hands linked together as if it was the most natural thing ever. No rush, you kept telling yourself, and you plopped down on the couch heavily as you let your muscles relax from such a long, eventful day.

You stayed there for a solid minute or so when you felt warm hands take your heels off. Opening your eyes, Satoru kneeled before you, his fingers expertly rubbing and pushing against the sore muscles of your feet. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Your feet must be tired from all that walking,” he mumbled, looking up briefly to meet your eyes and tease your shoulder back. “Lean back for me. I’ll take care of you.”

Judging by the sentiment behind his smile, you figured it wouldn’t be harmful to enjoy this at least once. You’ve never gotten foot massages before but his hands kneading yours felt heavenly. You knew from experience beforehand that Satoru was quite godly when it came to the skills and magic his fingers brought, though this one was on a different level, and you were sinking deeper into the couch from the bliss. He was right; you were tired, and if having your boss massage you like this every night after dragging you wherever he pleased, then you wouldn’t complain.

The ringing of your phone made you sit up abruptly, surprising Satoru whose head you almost knocked into. “Sorry,” you croaked out sheepishly, “It’s my dad. I need to take this.”

“Do you need me to leave you alone?”

“Uh, no, you’re fine.”

Satoru gestured to your foot as you took the call, mouthing, “Should I continue?”

“Yes, please,” you answered back, palm pressed over the mic before you answered. “Hey, Dad!” Your father greeted you back with much enthusiasm, his energy heard even by Satoru who sent you small smiles and curious glances every now and then. A part of you wanted to ask if he was fine kneeling on the floor like that, but his knees were on the fur carpet anyway that it shouldn’t hurt him. He extended your leg and trailed up your calves, pulling a soft moan from you when he kneaded the flesh and rid it of its knots. His ministrations distracted you until you were nodding absentmindedly to your Dad every now and then, not really paying attention to what he was saying.

Then the call ended, and his last words kept ringing back into your head ominously. Satoru took quick notice of this as he tapped your knee, bringing your attention back to him. “Is something wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I...” you started, helplessly fumbling around Satoru. “My dad is in Tokyo. He said he wants to have dinner with me.”

“You don’t look particularly happy about that. Do you not want to meet your father?”

“I do but...”

“But?”

“I have to tell him about this,” you shivered, refracting your legs back to the couch until his touch disappeared from your skin. For a moment, you had the urge to crawl back to his heat, but you were restless, agitated. “About us. He’s going to want to meet you and I don’t want to hide the pregnancy from him either,” Satoru remained unmoving as you rambled, and you hid your face behind your arms again as you remembered the rules you asked him to follow. “Listen, I’m sorry if I sound unfair right now, I know I said I didn’t want anyone else knowing—”

Warm lips brushed over your knuckles, large hands peeling your wrists to reveal your face. “Hey, it’s fine. He’s family and you can tell him. It’s not like your Dad would ruin your image or something like you expected to happen.”

“He won’t but...” you frowned, “My dad isn’t going to like this. I can’t guarantee he’ll be civil the whole time, especially towards you.”

“You told him about me?”

“A few years ago, yeah, when I still couldn’t tolerate you.”

“So you can tolerate me now?”

“Only a little bit,” you corrected, pushing his hands away as you opened your phone to check your schedule. It was mostly Satoru’s schedule, truth be told, but you were free for the most part tomorrow. Satoru could just longue back in his office while you clocked out early to meet your dad. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. On second thought, he doesn’t have to know at all. I’m only a few weeks in and it’s not like he’ll notice—”

“Y/N,” Satoru interrupted you, rudely snatching his phone from your shaking fingers. You would’ve scolded him had he not sounded so worried. “I did promise I would take responsibility for you, right? I want to meet your dad and introduce myself properly. As a father-to-be, I think I can somewhat understand that he might react strongly to this, but I also need to reassure him you’re in safe hands,” taking your hand in his, Satoru leaned into your palm, the smile he wore way too charming than what your heart could handle. “As long as you’re okay with it, I would like to meet him.”

“I’m sorry if he does something stupid.”

“Don’t be,” he reassured with a chuckle. “I’m sure everything will go well.”

It didn’t go well. Your father wasn’t throwing a fit or causing a scene like you originally feared, but the current situation wasn’t any better either. He looked like he was on the verge of tearing Satoru’s head apart, his grip on the bread knife so tight his knuckles flashed white. Your father was the literal definition of unpredictable and out of nervousness, you held Satoru’s hand under the table for comfort.

In complete opposition of yours, Satoru handled it with class and composure. His head was ducked down in respect, making sure to be curt and precise in counters to your father’s harsh accusations.

“I’m really sorry for everything, Sir.”

“Did you ruin my daughter’s life?”

Satoru finally tilted his head back up to look your father in the eye, both your hands turning cold and sweaty in between the seats. “Pardon?”

“I asked if you ruined my daughter’s life by getting her pregnant.”

“I would never intend for that to happen, Sir,” Satoru straightened up. From your perspective, he looked every bit the man parents would want their children to be with – handsome, elegant, educated, polite, respectful and well-off – but your father was no ordinary parent. He sized Satoru up like a predator hunting his prey even as the latter acted cool about it. “Granted, it was an accident and neither of us are prepared for this, but I promise I’ll take care of her. I take responsibility as the father and you have nothing to worry about.”

Your dad slammed his palms down on the table, the loud smack catching the attention of nearby tables. “How dare you tell me I have nothing to worry about?”

“Dad, please don’t do this.”

“No, he needs to know,” he snapped. Unable to help it, you groaned inwardly and scooted closer to Satoru, knowing where this was leading. “I lost her mother right after she was born; raised her by myself when I was barely out from high school. Rich men like you may never understand the struggles of taking care of a baby all by yourself, but I did everything I could to make sure she grew up well. My daughter had a happy, comfortable life. When she told me she wanted to follow her dreams in Tokyo, I supported her, and then you go take everything away from her because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself? You dare defile her like that?”

“Dad!” you roared, clutching Satoru’s hand who’d gone limp. “It was equally my responsibility as it is his! I wanted this; we both got carried away but we’re doing our best, so please stop being difficult to us.”

“You wanted this?” he laughed dryly, “A child with this man you kept moaning to me about; the same man who went to clubs every night while he left you all by yourself to work, to clean up his mess from him? You wanted him?”

“Dad,” you gritted your teeth, nails sinking down onto your thigh. Satoru remained silent between you both, although you could feel his burning gaze penetrating through the back of your skull. “It’s both our mistake. But this child...we don’t see it as that. We like to view it as a blessing. It may be true we harbour no affection for one another, but we want to be good parents. That’s all you need to know and I find no reason to explain myself to you. If you have nothing else to say, you can go back home. I’ll pay for your ride,” slamming down a few bills his way, you glared at your father, who shrunk back at the anger radiating off of you. “You’re not welcome here, Dad. Just go back home.”

“I’m just worried for you.”

“You don’t have to. I’m not a little kid anymore.”

“I never said you were,” he sighed, rubbing the sides of his temples. “But he just took all your opportunities away from you! What about your dreams? What about your plan of having your own career once you have enough experience? What about—”

“Are you implying that because I’m pregnant, suddenly I’m not qualified to fulfil my goals?”

“Sir,” Satoru cut you off, releasing your hands as he leaned forwards on the table, becoming more and more like the CEO he was trained to be – all authority and gentle command that won the hearts of multiple investors. “I assure you that I won’t be holding your daughter back from the things she wants to achieve. As her co-parent, I’m perfectly capable of supporting her in the dreams she wishes to achieve. I’ve worked with her for years; I know she can reach for the stars if she wanted.”

Your mind blanked.

“Young man, don’t talk to me as if you know my daughter better than I do,” your father scorned, “I’m not questioning your capability to support her, but what about your credibility? How can you assure me you’ll really be there for her? How can you assure me you won’t leave my daughter stranded in the middle of nowhere? How can you assure me you can protect her from the harsh criticism of society? Money can’t provide nor does it solve anything,” your father copied his gesture by leaning forward, but it was to poke Satoru’s chest. “From what I’ve heard about you, I suppose you understand perfectly well why I don’t trust you.”

“Sir, I do plan on marrying your daughter and to give her the life she deserves,” Satoru confessed, effectively stealing from you the ability to speak as he glimpsed your way. “If she lets me.”

“You’ll marry her? Be faithful to her as your wife and have a family? Are you sure you can do that?”

“Yes, Sir, I’m highly confident I can. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Then that’s all I need to know,” your father leaned back in your seat, arms crossed against his chest and a stern expression on his face. “And if I find out you hurt or make my daughter cry in any way, I’ll beat up that pretty face of yours. I have two more sons that’re willing to do the same, if you don’t watch your actions.”

Satoru beamed at your father’s ‘approval.’ “I’ll face any consequence if I fall short on my duties, Sir, but I assure you, it will never have come to that.”

“So we’ve come to an agreement?”

The two men linked and shook hands across the table, completely disregarding the fact you were right beside him. You were beyond appalled, but mostly hurt that you’d been reduced to this way. And they were unaware of it, too, sickening and satisfied yet tense smiles were masked on their faces as they decided your future.

You stood up and left the restaurant.

You kept walking as fast as you could in the cold night, hands shoved into the coat of your pockets. Thousands of pin needles pricked at your heart and your skin the more you replayed the memory in your head. How stupid were you to think that Satoru would be different? And marriage? Was he serious? It all made you sick to the core to the point you wanted to throw up and disappear, until a heavy set of footsteps echoed behind you and tugged your wrist.

“Y/N, wait!” Satoru panted, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. “What’s wrong with you? You just up and left—”

“Seriously, Satoru, you’re asking me that?” your face fell flat at his cluelessness, “What’s wrong with you? You men are sickening; planning my entire future like that right in front of me as if I don’t have a say in what I want. None of you asked if I’m okay with this. You really went ahead deciding we’ll get married when I told you already, I don’t want to marry you and I never will!”

Satoru brushed a hand over his hair, a hand on his hip. You could tell his patience was being tested – after being verbally harassed by your father and now with you pushing back in the same heat, it was only a matter of time before he lost his cool. Surprisingly enough, however, his voice remained levelled as he sighed. “What did you expect me to do back there? Tell your father that we’re just going to be roommates and raise a child together as if we’re not already family?” he defended, words slow and pronounced with a hint of hurt behind them. “I respect you and I truly do want to be with you, that’s why I wanted us to get married.”

“You respect me?” you laughed incredulously, “Are you hearing yourself right now? No person respects another by deciding what happens to my life without my consent!”

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask, okay? I apologize for it and I acknowledge my mistake that I didn’t give you much of a choice. Me being cornered and pressured isn’t a good excuse, but I wasn’t lying when I said I want to take care of you and—”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why do you want to be with me?” you demanded, “Why do you want to take care of me so badly? How did you even take this so well? You weren’t even that angry when I told you I was pregnant.”

Satoru paled. “Was I supposed to be? Should I have pushed you away and kicked you out my life? Is that what you wanted me to do, or is that what you expected from me, considering you’ve made it extremely clear I’m nothing but your airheaded boss and a man who always wants his dick wet, right?” the sting of his words pricked you both – you with your guilt, and him with his pride crushed. But he didn’t let on, didn’t waver and didn’t match your anger as his chest shook with impatience. “I’m trying to be good to you; I want to be good for you and the baby because despite what you think of me, I’m not the devil the tabloids make me out to be. I sleep around, yeah, but I wouldn’t go so far to turn someone away especially when I know I’m supposed to be there.”

“Satoru, if you’re only doing this out of obligation, you can be a good father without marrying me. Marriage is not a requirement; I don’t care what people say that I got pregnant without getting married. That’s the least of my concern, I just want the baby to grow up healthy but I don’t want to be involved with you.”

With how stunned Satoru looked, one would’ve thought you slapped him right in the face. That mere sight of seeing your boss tear his walls down in front of you almost made you feel bad, but you had to be strong.

You had to be firm with what you stood for.

“I really don’t want to be with you, Satoru. I’m so sorry.”

“What do you want me to do?” his voice cracked, begging and pleading as he stood before you, looking every bit of a man lost in uncharted territory. “I don’t know what you want me to do, Y/N. One moment, you’re telling me you want me to be a good father, and then the next you’re pushing me away. People are so sure that I’m a man who can never settle down because they believe I have commitment issues, but I’m telling you I can commit to you right now,” he held your hand, rubbing some of his warmth at your comparably cold ones. You didn’t fail to notice that he was trembling, but what about what you couldn’t decipher. “Are you really sure I’m the one here who isn’t capable of that? What are you so scared of that you can’t trust me?”

“Because you’re you! Because you’re a fucking asshole who’s been treating me like I’m an overworking machine and always expects me to undo your shit for you! Because you make me sick and I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t know what love means!” Exploded. You exploded. “I regret everything that happened between us that night. No, in fact, I regret ever meeting you at all.”

Satoru took a step back.

All the light and joy that fit so perfectly with him had now disappeared.

“I’m sorry,” he demurred, “I’m sorry that I’d been so repulsive that you’ve felt miserable for all this time. I’m sorry I haven’t been a decent boss and I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you.”

“Gojo, stop. Stop doing that; stop apologizing!”

“Then tell me what you want me to do,” he barked desperately. “Because I can’t read your mind and I just want to be good for you.”

“What if I don’t want you to? I don’t want you to be good to me, I don’t want you to care about me. Be there for the baby, but don’t involve yourself too much in my personal life. Stop asking me to marry you because you and I would never work out. We’re impossible, okay?”

“How do you know we’ll never work out when we haven’t even tried?” he pushed, “You never even gave me a chance.”

“You’re not worth that chance.”

If someone could receive an award for effortlessly trampling over someone repeatedly, you would’ve been crowned winner a long time ago. You had no idea what came over you as you spat all those hurtful words to Satoru, but did your words bear no truth? The fact that he no longer defended himself meant he also knew that he wasn’t worth it – that he wasn’t someone to be trusted. It wasn’t that you were completely unfair too; of course you considered it. Weeks of living under the same roof as him and you most definitely considered it. Say you did get married and became a real family – what then? It wasn’t a marriage out of love, but rather out of responsibility and obligation.

As much as you loved your child, you couldn’t imagine throwing away your future and living miserable for the rest of your life like that.

A life built on lies wasn’t a life worth living.

“I would never hurt you.”

Your heart cracked. After everything you said, after all your efforts to keep him away from your own safety, after all the hurtful things you’ve done to him, and he was still apologizing? Why did he have to make it so hard to let go? You were tired, so tired that you could no longer refrain your lip from quivering as tears caked your face.

“Gojo, please, don’t—”

“So if me stepping away from your life is what would really make you happy, then I’ll respect it. But there’s one thing I have to ask,” Satoru swiped a thumb under your eye to catch the tear. His smile was forlorn, his touch cold and words melancholic. “Do you want the baby? Do you...want to keep the baby and be a mother? You don’t have to do anything for me, I just want to know if the mother of my child even wants to be one. And please be honest, because everything you say right now are words that I’ll mark seriously.”

The word left your mouth before you could stop it.

“No.”

“No what?”

“I don’t want to be a mother,” you admitted, hands trailing over your belly. It felt like you were betraying your own child, but you hadn’t planned this. “I’m too young, Satoru, I-I’m not ready for this. With you there beside me or not, I really don’t want this.”

“Then,” he cleared his throat, turning his head to the side to catch a moment. You swore you saw his eyes shine under the city lights with tears, but it was gone so soon that you might’ve just fooled yourself with it. Once he deemed himself ready to talk, Satoru took a deep breath. “Do I have your consent that once the baby is born...it’ll be under my care? Would you prefer to reach your own dreams, then? You’ll never have to be a part of the Gojo family if it’s really not what you want, even though I could support you as much as you need me to.”

Your eyes widened at his proposition. “You’ll take care of our baby?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Can I...can I visit them, at least, once in a while?” It was more than just your heart that broke that night. There was no telling whether you’d hurt yourself in the long run with this decision. It was no easy choice to make – to actively pursue your dreams somewhere else more than being a mother. You wanted to do your best, of course you did, but it wasn’t that easy. Gojo didn’t have to tell you for you to understand that once you married him, you’d be expected to run the business with him and be involved in his family and their dramas. Now that wasn’t a life you wanted.

“You’re free to visit them whenever,” he promised, voice fading even lower into the background. “So is this it? We’ll just be living under the same roof until the baby is born and once they’re here...”

“We’ll part ways.”

“We’ll part ways,” he nodded in agreement, sniffling for a brief second before fixing his tie. The Gojo Satoru you got to know for a few weeks had now disappeared. Not even the goofy boss you spent seven years with could be found in the coldness of his eyes, almost as if he’d put up such impenetrable walls around him and nothing could pass through. The sudden shift in aura made your heart clench as he offered his hand to shake. “Okay. Let’s stay professional until then?”

“Yeah, Sir, I can do that,” your hands shook as you enclosed it around his, but now all the warmth had disappeared – from his eyes, his touch, his soul. It hurt, but this was necessary. It was what felt right. “Thank you – for everything.”

“You’re welcome. Anything for you and the baby,” Satoru proclaimed, perplexing you both when he suddenly pulled you in his arms. Just like that, the dam broke, and you were staining his precious suit before you could stop it. His arms rubbed up and down your back the longer he held you there, almost like a final moment to lean on one another before you had to say goodbye eventually. Beneath your palm, his heart beat exuberantly loud, so much so that you might’ve heard the prayers it whispered. “Stop crying now. The baby might feel sad too. We’ll both be alright – we just have to get through this.”

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[desireness]

Wants & Needs [Sasha x f!reader] 16+

-cw: au, praising, oral sex, thigh riding, fingering, wlw, slight choking, dom! reader, sub! sasha

sneak peak: You’ve had attraction for your friend Sasha for a very long time. What will happen when she calls, begging you to hangout? Especially when she confesses that she’s been so horny lately..

notes: Been having sasha brain rot recently so here’s this. Sasha is just *chefs kiss*. Enjoy.

You open your eyes to the sound of your ringtone going off on your phone. You search around for your phone on your bedside table without even looking, too tired to bother. You briefly look at your phone’s screen to check who’s calling you.

“Sasha, what the fuck do you want?” you ask annoyed.

“Were you already sleeping? what are you? a fucking grandma?” she snorts.

“yea, i’m hanging up”

“NO WAIT”

Sasha goes on to talk about how she’s sorry for waking you up and babbles about other irrelevant things. She could be so annoying sometimes but you love that about her.

“Okay, why did you actually call?” you ask rubbing the tiredness away from your eyes.

“i’m bored... and hungry. Please bring food and come hangout with me” she whines over the phone.

You hesitate at first, wanting to sleep more but also not wanting to let her down. Plus, you forgot to eat dinner before bed anyways so why not?

“Fuck it, fine. You owe me though.” You say before hanging up.

You sigh, throwing your phone on the bed. You get out of your bed, quickly missing the warmth and comfort it provided. A chill washes over your skin as you’re exposed to the cold air of your room. You go to put on a warm hoodie and decide to keep your comfy sweatpants on. You quickly grab your car keys and your phone, taking one last glance in the mirror before heading towards the parking lot of your apartment complex. Your hair was messy and disheveled, but you could care less. You were just going to see Sasha anyways.

On your way to her apartment, you stop at Sasha’s favorite fast food restaurant to get dinner for you both. The drive there was short, only about ten minutes. As you arrived you texted her, “here.”

She didn’t reply, which was quite strange. She’s usually fast at replying, especially when there is food involved. As you reach her apartment door, you type in the passcode and walk right in like you normally do. You walked into the kitchen and set the bag of food on the counter.

“Sasha?” you called out. No answer.

You walk towards her bedroom, opening the door that was already cracked open. There she was, cuddled up in her blankets, sleeping. “For fuck’s sake.” You said under your breath.

Sasha looks so pretty with her hair down and sprawled out on her pillow. You had always noticed how attractive she was. Sometimes staring a little too long at her face or especially, her lips. Her skin is so gorgeous and bright. You often find your touches on her skin lingering too long or your eyes wandering over her body whenever she changed in front of you. She was perfect and it often made your head so full of her. Wondering was it was like to touch her, kiss her, taste her, pleasure her.

You realized these actions weren’t normal for regular friends, you’ve known that for awhile so you never acted on them in fear that she might push you away. Plus, it’s not like you’ve ever really had the chance, she’s always been with some guy. They were all trash and the relationship often didn’t last long but still, it frustrated you. She deserves better, no, the best. You’ve heard all of her sex stories and how they never seem to truly satisfy her. You knew you could be the one to do that for her, make her feel so good. Sometimes you day dream about filling her up with your fingers and having her scream your name. You get wet just thinking about it. If only you had the chance.

You move some hair out of her sleepy face, admiring her for a few more seconds before softly shaking her awake. “Sash, wake up I brought food.” You say sweetly.

Sasha’s eyes flutter open and she sits up, yawning and stretching.

“Ahh shit, sorry for falling asleep. Thanks for coming.” She softly smiles at you making you flash a smile back. " ‘s ok”

You’re sitting in front of her, watching her grab her phone and look at the time. 12:23 A.M. She’s wearing an oversized t-shirt, exposing her plush thighs to you. You rub your thighs together to help ease the tension. You could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra and probably wearing some cute lace panties as well. It’s driving you crazy, you want to feel her so badly.

Sasha lays back on her bed with a groan. You ask her what’s wrong and she replies “i’ve been so fucking horny lately and nico’s been busy so I can’t even call him up. It’s so annoying.” She sighs. This only made you crave her more, trying so hard to push your desires away. “Maybe I should buy a new vibrator or something to keep me company.” She laughs. You smiled but didn’t think it was funny. She didn’t need a vibrator or anything else. What she needed was you.

“Anyways, where’s the food?” She asks eagerly.

“In the kitchen...” You trail off looking at the small bit of drool placed on the corner of her mouth. You take your thumb and wipe it away, your touch lingering a little too long on her lips. All Sasha did was giggle.

Before Sasha could say anything, you place your lips on hers, holding her chin between your thumb and your pointer. You kiss her softly, afraid to scare her off by being too aggressive at first. Sasha’s eyes are wide open, slowly processing the scene before her. You continue to move your lips against hers but you quickly realize she isn’t doing the same. You take this as a hint that she is uncomfortable, parting away from her lips. Not even a second after you broke the kiss, Sasha leaned back in to put her lips on yours. Her hands are on both sides of your cheeks, cupping your face.

Your lips move in synch with hers, relishing in each other’s taste. You want to memorize what she tastes like, you aren’t in any hurry. Your mind is fuzzy as you run your tongue against her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She quickly abides slightly opening up her mouth so your tongue could slide in. Your tongues intertwine, pulling a sweet moan from her mouth into yours. Your cunt clenches in response. It’s your first time hearing her pretty voice like that, all whiny and submissive. It was all because of you. You briefly came back to your senses, pulling away from her lips.

She is slightly panting, lips glossy from the kiss. She looks so sensual right now. “What about niccolo?” you say, slightly averting your eyes so your not tempted to throw her on the bed and fuck her right there, not caring about her feelings. “We’re not exclusive or anything.” She grabs the hem of your shirt, nervously playing with it between her fingers. “So don’t stop, please.” She’s blushing, eyes meeting yours. That’s all you needed to hear from her, a sign that she wants you to keep making her feel good.

You take no time reattaching your lips with hers, placing your hands on her waist to pull her onto your lap. You take your time to pepper sweet kisses from her lips to her jaw then to her neck. Taking the skin of her neck between your teeth while she hisses at the sting, gripping your shoulders roughly. You use the pad of your tongue to ease the sting, tasting her skin. It wasn’t hard for you to find her sweet spot. You suck and kiss her skin, making her an aroused mess on top of your lap. You creep your hands underneath her shirt, feeling the sides of her waist and ribs, while just brushing against the underside of her breasts. You can tell she’s getting impatient from the way she’s letting out small desperate gasps at your touches. You like seeing what a mess she is for you. You can feel the goosebumps on her skin as you feel around underneath her shirt. You give her jaw one last kiss before you pull away to grab ahold of the hem of her shirt. You shoot her a glance of permission and she quickly nods.

One you slide the shirt up and over, her breasts bounce down on full display for you to see. You can only mutter “fuck” at the sight before you. You had seen Sasha barely clothed before but never like this. You’ve never seen this sight knowing you had full control over it. Your eyes wander over her body being completely topless, only some cute lace underwear covering her cunt. “You’re so gorgeous, baby.” you say grasping her breasts in your hands. Sasha moans in response, loving the way you praise her.

You eagerly attach your mouth to her breast, finding the nipple with ease. She immediately whines at the contact. You suck on one breast and palm at the other, making her fingers intertwine with your hair and slightly tug on it when you nip and roll at her nipples. Her breasts are the prettiest you’ve ever seen. Perfectly round and perky, god she’s amazing. You feel her start to grind on top of you, trying to relieve the growing ache between her legs. That only makes you want her more.

“Ride my thigh, baby.” You whisper in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. You grasp her ass and her hips with your hands and guide her body over yours. Helping her ride you while your face is buried in her tits. She gasps at the sudden contact, burying her face into your neck. Her breasts practically bounce in your mouth as she moves back and forth. She nibbles and bites on your neck, trying to handle the overall pleasure of it all. You can tell she’s getting close by the way she’s whining in your ear, hands grasping your shoulders tightly.

All of a sudden you grab her hips harshly, stopping her from making anymore movement. She whimpers at the loss of contact, making you smile as you leave a sweet kiss on her shoulder. You look up at her, grasping her jaw and giving her a light kiss. Your fingers find her wet clothed cunt, making her gasp into your mouth. She whines loudly as soon as your fingers start to circle her clit. You moan in response into her mouth, lapping your tongues sloppily.

She lets out a desperate muffled, “please” into your neck. “Please what? hmm?” you purr bringing her face to look at yours. Her face is a flushed mess and her lips are slightly swollen, making you feel proud of yourself knowing you caused it. Sasha grabs your your other hand that is on her ass and places it near her cunt. “Your fingers, need them so bad.” She pleas. You hum in response, bringing your fingers up to your lips, not hers. You want her to watch you make them wet, so that it’s engraved her mind. You swirl your tongue around your fingers, making wet and sloppy sounds. Sasha watches eagerly, letting out a needy moan. You remove your fingers, leaving a string of saliva connecting from your mouth to your fingers.

Sasha stands up, removes her panties, and sits her pretty ass right back on your lap. You move your fingers down to her folds and softly run through them. Sasha let’s out a small gasp as your fingers reach down to find her slit, teasing the entrance. “Shit, you’re so wet. All this for me?” She nods in agreement with a breathy moan.

You insert your two fingers inside her, painfully slow. She clenches down hard and squeezes her eyes shut. You want her to feel every part of your fingers, want her to remember this feeling. “Feels so good inside me.” She says sweetly, making you pump your fingers inside her just to hear more of her sweet voice. She rides your fingers as you pump them into her at the same time. She throws her head back in pleasure, giving you perfect access to her neck. She cries out your name as you kiss and suck on her sweet spot while filling her up. You grip her ass hard, helping her move up and down on your now soaked fingers. Her walls are so squishy and wet, making you fuck her with your fingers ruthlessly. She repeatedly lets out loud high pitched moans. You’re soaked at this point, all aroused because of her pleasure.

“Am close, you’re filling me up so good!” She cries out. Her words go straight to your cunt and you increase the speed of your fingers, using your thumb to circle her clit at the same time. The erotic sounds of her wetness and her moans fill the room, leaving you so satisfied. Her tits are flying up and down as she rides you faster and you take a mental screenshot to remember this sight forever. “Who’s making you feel good hm? Who’s the one that’s pleasuring you the way no one ever has?” You groan. Your free hand finds it’s place around her neck, squeezing ever so slightly. “You are! It’s all you!” She sobs. The coil in her stomach has reached it’s max and is ready to snap. “Fuck, good girl.” You grunt grabbing her jaw and pulling it forward so your faces are inches away. “Now come for me, pretty.” And she does, practically screaming your name as she cums around your fingers.

She collapses onto your shoulder, panting into your neck. You rub soft circles on her clit to help her come down from her high. You pull your fingers out gently and place them in your mouth to clean them off. She tastes so sweet and saccharine, you can’t help but want to clean her off with your tongue. You whisper sweet praises to her, telling her how amazing she did. She nuzzles into your neck, leaving soft kisses as a thank you.

She hops off of your lap, laying down on the bed. You take no time to pull your sweatpants and panties down. You are so wet, you couldn’t just leave yourself like this. Sasha stares at the ceiling, unaware of your actions until you climb on top of her, cunt hovering over her breasts. She lifts her head up slightly with a confused expression on her face but blushes at the sight of your bare and soaked count. You slightly drag you cunt over her breasts as you grab the back of her head and say “Remember how you said you were hungry? Now eat.”

You practically shove her face into your pussy and she complies. Kissing and kitten-licking your folds at first, making you satisfyingly sigh. She grabs onto the back of your thighs, pushing you closer. You’re basically sitting on her face now. She finally starts to lap her tongue on your clit, making you grip her hair hard. You let out a series of satisfied, loud moans making Sasha whine into your cunt. You praise her for her good work. “such a good girl for me, gonna make me cum, baby?” She pulls away to nod at you before placing her tongue on your pussy again.

She sucks on your clit repeatedly, making your hips slowly ride her face. You do your best not to crush her face in the process. Her tongue feels so good and you love having this power of her. You love quite literally sitting on her face while she submits to all of your requests. She slips her tongue into your dripping hole, making you groan as your throw your head back. You continue riding her face as the room fills with wet sounds from her tongue slipping in and out of you.

It all starts to become too much for you, making your legs twitch and shake. Sasha pulls away for a second. “Want you to cum” She pleas looking up at you, teasing your clit with her tongue. She looks so cute with her begging eyes. You hum in response, grabbing the back of her head. “Since you’ve been very compliant, i’ll allow it.” You stroke the side of her mouth before entering two of your fingers inside. You collect her saliva and your own juices with your fingers, making her pleasantly sigh in response. You bring your fingers out of her mouth and place them on your tongue. “Make mommy cum.”

You shove her face right back where it belongs, earning a gasp from her. She flicks her tongue on your clit at a rapid speed which makes you a moaning mess. You moan over and over again as her tongue reaches all the right places. Her tongue switches between your hole and clit, making you see stars. Your legs start to shake and your breathe picks up. You can feel yourself about to cum by the way your stomach and pussy tingles, sending you into pure euphoria. Sasha focuses on your clit, flicking her tongue ruthlessly to help your reach your high. Your orgasm washed over you with a loud high pitched moan, making your mouth into a perfect O shape. You cum all over Sasha’s face.

She circles your clit with her tongue to help you come down from your high, cleaning all of your release off your pussy and thighs with her tongue. You come back to your senses and remove yourself from her grasp. You both lay there for a couple of minutes, processing everything that just occurred. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing that you just fucked Sasha better than anyone else ever has. All Sasha could say was “wow” and giggle. You laughed along with her, pushing her hair out of her face.

All of a sudden, Sasha’s phone rings. You grab it, seeing Niccolo’s name on the screen and hand it to her. You can slightly hear Niccolo tell her he’s free tonight if she wants. You kiss her shoulder sweetly, waiting for her response. “I’ll pass, i’m pretty content at the moment.” She smiles at you and hangs up on him.

She gives you a quick peck before heading off towards the kitchen. She looks back at you with a cute smile before leaving the room. “Thanks for two meals tonight, by the way.”

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[prophxtslash]

I laugh at the “Joey accidentally saw naked S/O in Deathslinger Caleb’s room” short and I would like to see a part 2 where Joey is avoiding S/O during a trial and when she’s last bc others were sacrificed and only one escaped, Joey and S/O have an awkward encounter that leads to Joey questions about their relationship with Caleb (“How long”, “why did you like him?” “does anyone know?”) and they left them free bc the atmosphere is too cold and awkward to handle in this situation. Bonus: Joey returns back to his realm and saw Caleb with Legion and Joey had to quietly tell his group about the incident.

A part 2 for one of my favorite lil things I’ve written? Say no more. (we’re gonna ignore that this is a whole year later…) (also ignore that this was supposed to be short initially but it's now over 1300 words...)

Part 1

Joey taps the knife against his arm, his legs stretched out onto the couch as he makes himself comfortable, his head hanging over the arm of the furniture. This particular trial went by fairly quickly, and given that the last survivor was probably on their way to hatch now, he could honestly care less if they escaped. He shimmies a bit, stretching out as he settles in.

Five minutes pass. Then ten. At fifteen, Joey sits up, a frown tugging at his lips. Maybe the hatch was somewhere well hidden this time? Regardless, he remains put, leaning back once more.

Once thirty minutes pass, Joey groans, irritation seeping through as he rises from the couch, shoving his way through the front door. He scans the main street, eyes darting back and forth rapidly, his knuckles taut against the knife. He then sets off, forcing himself into a steady lope as he searches.

A knock against metal, and as Joey rounds the front of the police car, he pauses.

“Of course,” he groans to himself, “It has to be them.”

Their head leans against the vehicle as their chest rises and falls in a rhythmic pattern, soft puffs of air escaping their nostrils. The knock from earlier must have been them shifting in their sleep, and while the scene may have appeared to be a lack of survival instinct to others, Joey’s unsure how to act. He can imagine how exhausting these trials must be on the survivor's side, but to fall asleep when victory was well within their reach…it seems almost suicidal to rest so carelessly here.

Joey stalls a moment longer, his hand stretching out before halting in mid air, a slight twitch to his fingers. What is he even supposed to do in this situation? He agonizes for a second more, and before he knows it, his hand is on their shoulder, gently shaking them.

“Hey. Wake up.” there’s a slight tone of annoyance in his voice (to be fair, this should have been over ages ago) as he shakes a little rougher. He leans back on his heels as they grunt, their eyes blinking rapidly against the sudden influx of moonlight. They sit up a little straighter, running a hand down their face as they take in their surroundings, their eyebrows furrowing as confusion settles in. Once they turn and meet Joey’s gaze with their own, something clicks, and they wince.

“Ah, fuck.”

They push themselves off the ground, and Joey stumbles a bit in rising at the same time. They dust off their legs as they rest their hands on their hips, squinting at the street, tracking along the sidewalk. Joey taps the edge of his boot onto the ground, all of his confidence from earlier dissipating as he remembers his last encounter with them. He can’t help but feel awkward around them, his palms clammy against the leather of his gloves. He doesn’t notice that they’ve ceased their scanning of the street, and their full attention now lies solely on him.

“Why didn’t you just kill me?” they ask, drumming their fingers along their hip, “That was the perfect opportunity and you didn’t jump at it.”

Joey swallows, and despite his face being hidden behind the mask, he avoids their eyes.

“I dunno… why did you decide to take a nap? This is literally the worst time to do that.”

They fix him with a look. “...do you really want the answer to that? I was at Glenvale just before–”

“aHH OK I GET IT!” Joey’s hands fly up, gesturing wildly, “You don’t gotta share! Jesus..”

A smile cracks, and Joey doesn’t miss the slight chuckle that escapes them as they turn their eyes elsewhere.

“Do you know where the hatch is? Then again, if we’re both still here, that must mean you haven’t found it either.” Joey nods and they hum, sighing as they stretch their arms out, their eyes closing briefly. A quiet swear escapes from their breath, and after a beat of silence passes, they face Joey once more.

“Well, do you mind helping me look for it? Something tells me we both just want to get out of here.” It’s more of a statement than a question, and Joey’s not sure if he should be insulted at the way they speak to him; they speak to him as if he’s a child, as if he’s not a deadly killer who has killed many (including them) countless times. Yet, it almost feels…nice, being treated as if he’s just as normal as them.

“...alright. I’d rather get outta here quickly, I can’t stand this place.” Joey admits, straightening his shoulders as he heads towards one of the houses. They fall into step quickly, their strides matching his own as they shoot him a surprised look.

“Really? It’s certainly better than that fucking swamp surely.” They counter, “Or even Midwich. That place is a goddamn nightmare.”

Joey laughs, “God, that place sucks. I make it up one flight of stairs and I’m done for the match. The least the Entity could’ve done is include an elevator.”

They smile, their eyes crinkling at the corners, “You must love RCPD then.”

Ten minutes or so pass, and both killer and survivor stand at the hatch, the groaning sound of the mechanism bleeding into their ears as a dark, ominous fog oozes upwards from the opening. Despite wanting to hurry to the damn thing, a certain air lingers, and either is uncertain where to proceed from here.

They fidget, “Well, here we are.” It’s a defining statement, one that implies urgency, yet neither moves, the once quiet atmosphere becoming awkward. Joey swallows, a question burning at the forefront of his mind. He has to know.

“Why?” Despite him not clarifying as to the subject of the question, they immediately know what he refers to. They focus their gaze onto the hatch itself, studying the inky abyss of its opening. They shrug.

“I mean, does anyone have an answer as to why they like who they like? I don’t know.”

Joey frowns, “But he’s a killer. You understand that right? Isn’t it forbidden?”

They roll their shoulders, a pop! sounding out. “Of course I know. Doesn’t change anything. We all do what we gotta do to survive here.”

“But-”

“Joey.” They say his name, and Joey snaps his eyes to them, taken aback at the casualness of it. This situation still feels wrong, and even perverse, as this meeting is everything against the rules. Hell, the bond they share with the Deathslinger is thousands upon thousands of times worse. Yet, the simple nonchalance of their demeanor in regards to such taboo is sobering, and almost admirable.

“I’ve been here long enough to not really care anymore. Hell, you’re probably in the same boat as well. Certainly there’s survivors you actually like and relatively get along with?” They continue before he can answer, “This Realm is a nightmare, Joey. It’s hard to not go insane with the constant monotony of the trials. Survive, die, sacrifice, kill, they’re all the same. We’re all trapped here, Joey. Might as well make the most of it.”

Joey is silent, his eyes glued to them as they crouch, their hand outstretched as they press it into the hatch, their arm being swallowed up by darkness. They turn their head to meet his eyes, a small smile forming. And yet, something sad lingers, as they nod once at him, offering a victory sign with their other hand as they slip into the gap, the top folding closed once they disappear.

Joey is alone, the red and blue lights bathing his form as darkness creeps along his legs, Haddonfield already beginning to sink into black. As he closes his eyes, their last words rings loud in his thoughts; a hopeful, yet ultimately despairing sentiment that he shares without a shred of doubt.

Might as well make the most of it.

#joey legion #caleb quinn x reader #mentioned ig ?? idk #dbd x reader #dbd writing #prophet writes #prophet answers #proph learn how to keep things light challenge #this started out cute n funny but then i just had to dive into the intricate tragedy of those stuck in the realms 🙄✋🏻 #the dynamic that Caleb’s reader and Joey have is super cute tho. they are besties <3 #also i do like the bonus idea! I’ll probably make a (much shorter) drabble for that one at sum point!

[the-storming-sea]

For prompts: Todoroki using every single Toshi-Izuku interaction to add to his "Izuku is All Might's secret love child' conspiracy board

Tfw its been like two to three days but Many Things have happened in that time. Oops

Uh, anyways–

"Dude. What. The. Fuck."

Sero, Kirishima, and Yaoyorozu stared, wide-eyed and nearly slack-jawed from the futon they currently sat at. Across from them, hanging off the wall was a large pinboard, polaroid pictures and newspapers articles with certain words and pictures circled in with bright red marker tacked onto different places, red string connecting each and every single one of those pictures together.

And in front of that pinboard stood Todoroki Shouto, one of the most powerful students at UA, son of the current Number One Hero, wide-eyed and wild-haired and probably, by definition, out of his fucking mind.

"Listen. I'm not crazy–"

"Literally everything that's happening now is providing evidence to the contrary."

"–but All Might is Midoriya's father."

"That's." Kirishima blinked, once, his brain attempting to process what his classmate was saying. "What?"

"All Might. Is. Midoriya's. Father," Todoroki said, slower, like he was trying to explain quantum physics to a toddler. Or to anyone.

"Todoroki, All Might's never been in a public relationship before," Yaoyorozu replied, slower. Of all of Todoroki's eccentricities, this had to be the weirdest one yet. "Not to mention, all of All Might's speculated relationships have been with men."

"Then at least one of his partners is trans, or he's trans!"

"They don't even look the same!"

"Then Midoriya gets his looks from his mother! They have the same quirk! They practically act the same!" Todoroki threw his hands up in exasperation, frost creeping on the side of his fingers. "I'm still right!"

"Bro, you've met Midoriya's mother."

"Artificial insemination! Adoption! Again, secret love child!"

Todoroki slapped his hand on the board, slightly burning the edges of one of the newspaper clippings. "Look, see here," he said, pointing to the clipping. Kirishima tentatively walked up, squinting at the headline. "Read this."

"'Mystery Samaritans Found Cleaning Up Takoba Beach.'" Kirishima frowned. "So?"

Sero's eyes brightened. "Oh, I remember that! I used to go to the beach all the time with my family," he said. "What's that gotta do with anything?"

"Look at this photo!"

Kirishima turned his eyes towards the photo, frowning. His eyes widened in shock.

"Holy shit, is that Midoriya?"

"Huh, so it is," Yaoyorozu said. "And...is that...?"

"YES!" Todoroki exclaimed, once again slapping his hand on the pinboard and startling his friends. "All Might, as he currently looks now, and Midoriya found at Takoba beach a full year before the school year starts. That means they knew each other before the school year started!"

"You repeated yourself."

"I know I know I know but why," Todoroki pressed, taking a deep breath, "why would All Might, in his weakened state before Kamino, be seen with Midoriya unless...unless that was his secret son."

He clapped his hands together just as he was finishing his point, clearly pleased by his argument. The three stared back at him, slightly alarmed.

"Or...maybe he just met him recently and they decided to clean the beach together," Yaoyorozu said tentatively. "It could happen."

"Or, or they decided to train for Midoriya's UA Exam together by lifting appliances at the beach! Or working out around the beach a year before!" he protested. "My father used to make me train by lifting up heavy objects ten times my size and pushing my quirk before the UA exam too!"

Sero frowned. "Todo, I know good parenting is a foreign concept to you, but comparing your relationship with your dad to Midoriya and All Might maybe isn't the best of ideas."

"I'm pretty sure Iida used to train with his hero brother in a very normal way," Todoroki nearly fucking pouted. The guy was really fired up– metaphorically and a little bit literally, judging by his floor. "But, but anyway, what I'm trying to say was that All Might, trying to make sure Midoriya would be strong enough for the entrance exam, made him clean up the beach because he was helping to train his son!"

Kirishima stared at him. "Bro."

"I'm right! Not to mention, why would he be in his thinner state around Midoriya if he wasn't his son?!"

"Maybe he told him about the weakened form back then by accident?" Sero said. "Todoroki, seriously. You're looking too deep into this."

"I agree," Yaoyorozu said. She loved her friend, truly, but as good as it was for Todoroki to exhibit any other emotion besides confusion and rage, this couldn't be healthy for him.

Todoroki groaned. "Okay, okay, fine. Exhibit B!" He pointed to a picture of All Might and Midoriya walking into All Might's office. "They eat lunch together! Who does that with a teacher?!"

Kirishima hummed. "Okay, I'll give you that one," he said, looking back at the others. "You gotta admit, that is a little suspicious."

"You forget, Midoriya broke his bones a lot at the beginning of the year just by activating his quirk," Yaoyorozu said, calmly. "As the Heroics teacher, All Might would want to make sure they can find a way for Midoriya to improve his quirk use without breaking his bones, so it would make sense for All Might to meet up with Midoriya out of class."

"But why continuously?!" Todoroki pressed. "Even after Midoriya got a handle of his quirk?!"

Yaoyorozu frowned. "Well, Bakugo meets with them now. Is Bakugo All Might's son too?"

"Details, details," Todoroki said with a wave of his hand. "Bakugo's practically Midoirya's boyfriend anyways. All Might probably wants to vet him or something."

"Somehow I believe that less than your 'All Might is Midoriya's dad' theory."

"They're going to get together, just you wait," Todoroki said. "Anyways, back to business. It's not just at school too! Even now that we're in the dorms, lately All Might will eat with Midoriya, alone, just the two of them!"

He pointed to another picture of Midoriya and All Might eating meat buns on a bench, no one else in sight, lightly chatting. "See! It would make sense if All Might ate with any one of us, or if there was a bigger crowd, but it's just those two! That's a normal parenting thing, right?"

"Dude how did you even get that picture."

"Irrelevant."

Yaoyorozu ran her eyes over the full board again, wincing internally. As...off-putting as her friend's efforts were, he did have a point. All Might's actions towards Midoriya were unprecedented of a teacher, Aizawa would certainly never be caught dead with any of them. And sure, they simply could be good friends who met a little before the Takoba news article picture, friends could be of all ages after all, but with the way All Might treated Midoriya daily, it was getting more and more likely that Todoroki's theory was correct. Which had some very interesting implications and also a media shitstorm on its way if it was true.

"And," Todoroki continued, now rambling as fast as Midoriya was, "did you know that All Might visited the Midoriya's to talk about the dorm system alone?"

Kirishima's mouth dropped. "Seriously?"

Todoroki nodded, eyes wide and a small smile on his face. "Aizawa-sensei told us himself back when he asked my father if I could stay in the dorms! My father asked where All Might was and Aizawa-sensei told him that they split up right before the Midoriya's!"

Sero's eyes widened. "Okay, I will admit that that's weird."

"I know right?!" Todoroki exclaimed, out of breath and restlessly pacing the floor. "Not only that, but All Might was one of the first people Midoriya texted right after he got his hero license. And Midoriya ended up interning with a hero who All Might knows directly and worked with Nighteye during his work-study who's All Might's only sidekick! And then Midoriya was invited personally to I-Island by All Might! And–"

Knock knock.

The group froze.

"Young Todoroki? Can I speak with you?"

Fuck.

Todoroki tentatively walked over to his door, opening it just enough to find All Might standing behind it, a worried expression on his face. "Are you all alright? The kids downstairs reported a lot of yelling, and I think you may have frozen and burnt through your floor?"

Todoroki looked back at his floor, which now looked slightly more like the training room back home than it did his dorm room. "Right. I can pay for that."

"No need my boy, just make sure it doesn't happen again or I think Aizawa'll have all of our heads," All Might chuckled. He then frowned, slightly opening the door more. "What on Earth is that?"

His eyes were pointed directly behind Todoroki, to the pinboard the high schooler had been deliriously gesturing towards for the past few minutes. Kirishima, Sero, and Yaoyorozu stared at each other awkwardly, shuffling their feet.

"Um...well, y'see–"

"All Might, is Midoriya your illegitimate child?"

The air paused. Everyone turned their eyes to the teen.

All Might blinked. "I'm sorry...what?"

WHAT THE FUCK, TODOROKI?!

"Todoroki, bro, you can't just ask shit like that!" Kirishima exclaimed, who now, like the many people around him, was going through all the stages of grief. "That's not one of those things you can just ask people!"

Todoroki tilted his head. "I asked Midoriya."

"YOU ASKED MIDORIYA?!"

"I–"

The kids now directed their attention back to All Might, who had managed to shake himself out of his stupor and somehow made his way to the pinboard. "I'm not...young Todoroki, believe me when I say I'm 100% sure I'm not Midoriya's biological father," he said, rapidly glancing back and forth from the board to Todoroki. "As...creepily impressive as this is," he continued, gesturing to the entirety of the board, "I've never had a child, and besides, young Midoriya's biological father works overseas, in America."

He pointed to the slightly burnt newspaper clipping of Takoba beach, looking back at Todoroki. "Is this about the Takoba beach cleaning?"

Todoroki nodded.

"Huh." All Might turned to the clipping, a strange, soft, thoughtful look on his face. "I didn't know they did a report about it." He turned back to Todoroki. "May I keep this?"

Todoroki nodded again, even slower, and a delighted smile appeared on All Might's face. The four students watched with wide eyes as he took the newspaper clipping in one hand and the pin in between his other fingers, gently lifting the pin from where it had been embedded in the pin board, lifting the newspaper clipping from its place, and placing the pin back where he had found it. Seconds passed. All Might rubbing his thumb over the picture in the newspaper with a soft chuckle. He then gently folded it, each crease careful not to tear the newspaper apart, before placing it in the pocket of his tracksuit.

Then, as if he remembered that there were other people in the room, he turned to Todoroki. "Ah, Aizawa-kun said that you had redecorated your room yourself, yes?"

Todoroki nodded, still stunned. "Perfect! The bots will be up here in a few minutes or so to repair your floor, and then refurbish your room any way you see fit." All Might clapped his hands together, a bright smile on his face. "Just try not to do it as much, alright? And please stop stalking young Midoriya and I. I don't know how many times I can catch you in the act before telling him that one of his best friend's have been stalking us to obtain proof of our non-existant biological relationship."

"You saw me?"

"Young Todoroki, I've been the number one hero for three and a half decades."

"Oh." Todoroki frowned. "Sorry."

"Just don't let it happen again, please." All Might took a heavy sigh before finally addressing the others in the room. "Young Kirishima, Yaoyorozu, and Sero, I'll be seeing you in class tomorrow. Plus Ultra!"

"See you!"

"See you tomorrow All Might!"

All Might left the room, closing the door behind him, leaving Todoroki, Kirishima, Sero, and Yaoyorozu in the room, waiting for the repair bots to arrive, silent and bewildered with what had just transpired in the past ten minutes. The four of them couldn't move, only the sound of breathing being proof that any of them were even alive. After what felt like several, long, painstaking seconds, Todoroki turned to his friends.

"Y'know, All Might worked in America for a while."

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, TODOROKI."

#thestormingsea posts #yagi toshinori #toshinori yagi #all might #bnha #todoroki shouto #shouto todoroki #dad might #mentioned midoriya izuku #mentioned izuku midoriya #mentioned deku #he doesn't take a part in this story but just in case ig #and then kirishima sero and yaoyorozu are here but they don't do much

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 9) - Inner Demons

Summary: The reader meets Gen for the first time while the boys are having a day together. But when they come home early and Jensen overhears the reader, a very big discussion about what they both expect out of their relationship has to happen...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Square: Skinny Dipping

Word Count: 5,100ish

Warnings: mature (language, skinny dipping, implied future smut, angst, self-doubt)

A/N: Please enjoy! Also written for @spnkinkbingo​

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“No,” whined Zeppelin as Jensen carried him out of the bedroom for the third time that night. “Daddy, I want to sleep with you.”

“Zeppelin. You gotta be a big boy and go to sleep. It’s midnight and way, way past bedtime,” said Jensen. He started to cry loudly and Jensen set him down. “Do you want a time out? I’ll give you one first thing in the morning if you don’t behave.”

He ran over to you and grabbed your leg, burying his face in it. Jensen sighed, tired after a long day and you knew he needed some sleep. You squatted down and Zeppelin grabbed at you, shaking a bit. You frowned, Jensen catching it as you picked up the little boy. 

“He can stay,” you said. Jensen made a face but you carried him into the room, Jensen grumbling to himself. You let Zeppelin crawl into the middle and immediately grab his father when Jensen got under the covers. He was asleep quickly, Jensen kissing the top of his head. “He’s scared.”

“He had a tantrum. He’s four,” whispered Jensen. “He needs to sleep on his own or he gets dependent.”

“You’re his father. He’s already dependent,” you whispered. “He’s a little you.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means he missed his daddy and he has been the one telling his sisters for three weeks daddy’s coming home soon. I don’t care if he sleeps in our bed, Jensen. Sometimes he has to be a big boy but not tonight.”

“He was very...he’s very much me,” he said quietly, fixing the blankets over his son. “He’s in tune with other’s emotions.”

“I know,” you said. “He’s a sweet boy.”

“When I was a kid, around seven or so, my dad went out to LA for about two months for work. We didn’t have the money for him to fly back and forth so he drove out there. He would call every night but it was long distance and it was expensive back then so all I got to do was say hi to him really. Somewhere in the middle of the two months he drove back to visit for a weekend. I was so excited. So, so excited. I was gonna tell him all about school and my baseball games and the jumping contest my brother and I had on the swings. I was so pumped. He said he was gonna be there Saturday morning for breakfast. Well, I wake up, run downstairs, he’s not there. Lunch rolls around, he’s not there. Afternoon snack time rolls around…”

“He’s not there?” you asked, Jensen nodding. “What happened?”

“Never left LA. Got in a car accident. He was fine but this was the eighties and my mom didn’t get a phone call until the afternoon saying he wouldn’t be coming home. I thought a hundred million things in my head of why he wasn’t there. That achy pit in your stomach. When he finally came home a month later, I slept in their room, in their bed. That little achy feeling went away after that night. I know how much he’s like me,” he said, lightly running his fingers over Zeppelin’s head. “But I gave him that part of me too and I wish I hadn’t.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s too little to worry about me.”

“He’s okay and he’s not gonna worry after tonight. But Jensen, there’s nothing wrong with him having that part of you. It’s a really good part, the part that loves the people he cares about. Right now he doesn’t understand it but someday he will and that’s going to make him a person people will be fortunate to have in their lives. That’s a great part of you he got.”

“Just have to go and make me feel better, don’t you,” he said softly. He closed his eyes and smiled. “Think I’m doing an okay job at this?”

“Yup,” you said. Zeppelin turned over in his sleep, smashing his face into your arm. 

“You care for them,” said Jensen. You nodded and he burrowed down into the sheets. “Because of me or your job?”

“It always helps the job,” you said. “When you nanny, you want the kids to feel comfortable with you and caring about them always makes that easier. But I don’t...I don’t like them because I decided I liked their dad, you know?”

“Why did you then?”

“People with money sometimes let their children get raised by that money and you can tell when it happens. But it’s so obvious that doesn’t happen with them. They have nice toys and clothes and things but they’re good and funny and smart and they could very easily be brats if you went the easy route but you didn’t and it just shows. Sure they’re kids and they can drive anyone to the brink of insanity at times, but they got big hearts, especially for dad. I just like them and seeing them grow into those people more every day.”

“Me too,” he said, Zeppelin rolling back, fisting his hands into Jensen’s shirt this time. He smiled and you leaned over, kissing him goodnight, pecking one on Zeppelin’s head. “Night.”

“Night Jensen.”

The next afternoon when you arrived at Jared’s house you weren’t sure what you were expecting. Jared and Jensen were off doing who knew what and you felt like you’d been set up on a playdate yourself. You’d dropped off the kids there more than once already and knew their kids but for some reason or other you’d yet to meet Gen. You swallowed as you followed the kids around the side of the house, the three of them taking off to go play with their friends on a swing set. You looked around and bit your bottom lip, fixing your bag over your shoulder.

“Y/N?” called a voice. You turned and saw a woman behind you, a bit sweaty in some workout clothes. “Hey. I’m Gen. Nice to finally meet you.”

“Thanks. You too,” you said. 

“Come on,” she said, waving you to follow her up some steps to a patio. “Tom! JJ!”

“We know!” they shouted back from the swings. She shook her head and sighed.

“Not that any of the little ones can get over to the pool anyways but I want to remind them to keep an eye on the younger ones when I’m inside,” she said, showing you to a patio door. You followed her inside, Gen walking into a kitchen and going straight to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of cold water. 

“They have hair like their dad,” you said.

“Yes, yes they do. Getting them to get a haircut is like herding cats,” she said. She gulped down her water and let out a deep breath. “Do you mind if I shower quick? Time got away from me.”

“Yeah, no problem,” you said. 

“There’s a bathroom right around the corner there. Feel free to take whatever from the kitchen if you want. I’ll be back in ten,” she said. 

“No problem,” you said. When she was upstairs you went back outside, leaving your bag in a patio chair. You went down the steps and watched the kids running around for a moment before exploring their backyard. “Here I thought your backyard was nice Ackles.”

“Y/N, will you play tag with us?” asked Arrow from over in the grass.

“How could I say no to a face like that?”

Fifteen minutes later you were warm and taking a break under the patio again out of the sun, the kids playing on the slide and swings now.

“Remember when we had endless energy like that?” asked Gen as the back door opened. 

“Barely,” you said, a margarita glass set down in front of you. “I see we’re going to be very good friends.”

“It’s so hot out today,” she said, setting a pitcher and another glass down on the table. She poured you a glass and then herself one before taking a seat beside you. “I bet the boys are out jet skiing.”

“They really are like a pair of children when you get them together,” you said.

“Yeah but it’s cute. Most people don’t ever get to have a best friend like that,” she said. “Sometimes they need their space from each other but Jared’s literally been counting down the days until Jensen gets back.”

“I don’t think Jensen will ever stay away that long again. He missed his family and friends. Home,” you said. 

“We’re glad to have him back. He’s been gone for a while. Even before you went to Canada,” she said.

“Were you good friends with...” you asked, Gen nodding. “I’m sorry.”

“It sucked. Still does,” she said. “When the boys were off, we could hang out. We got very close. After the accident I was the one taking care of the kids, helping his parents and family with their day to day. Jared focused more on Jensen, helping him physically get back to normal and then mentally. But you know how he was when you met him.”

“I know a lot of work went into helping him get there. I’m very grateful he had you guys,” you said.

“Listen...I’m hoping we can be good friends too. It was different for me and Dee. We both were dating the boys around the same time, got married around the same time. I know we don’t have that and...I just hope we can have that relationship still.”

“Me too. I know we’re probably gonna be seeing you guys a lot now that neither of them are working,” you said.

“Probably most everyday,” she said. “They’re like twins separated at birth or something I swear.”

“Has Jensen always been a bit quiet?” you asked.

“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen that boy drunk off his ass and being a troublemaker but he’s always been that way. Maybe it’s why he and Jared fit. They’re protective of each other in different ways. Jared’s the loud one out of the two of them, always has been and Jensen, even if he is your best fucking friend, sometimes he’s a little bit quiet.”

“I figured as much. He’s just…”

“Gentle,” she said, a smile coming to your face. “You two are pretty serious, huh.”

“Maybe.”

“It’s been five months. I’d say it’s serious. You move in yet?”

“Technically I’ve always been moved in,” you said. She laughed and took a sip of her drink. “Yeah. We’ve gotten to the sharing a room stage very recently.”

“You must be very special then,” she said. “He was never gonna fall in love ever again. Told Jared and me himself. Now he’s as lovestruck as the first time around.”

“I’m not expecting…” you said, sipping on your drink. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

“Like I said, we can be friends without the boys,” she said. “What aren’t you expecting?”

“This,” you said with a shrug. “Marriage. Kids of my own. I don’t know where it goes with Jensen.”

“You should start having those talks with him,” she said, your head shaking. “You have to, just so you’re on the same page.”

“I don’t even know if we’re reading the same book,” you said. She nodded and you slumped back into your seat. “I know I love him and that he loves me. But I don’t know if that’s enough.”

“A friend once told me that’s all you need,” said Jensen behind you. You turned around and Jensen was standing there, a sad smile on his face. “We wanted to come hang out with you guys. Y/N?”

You got a smile from Gen as you followed Jensen inside, Jared slipping past and out back. You crossed your arms and looked down, Jensen stepping close to you, large hands resting on your arms.

“Why don’t you think it’s enough?” he asked quietly.

“It is. Gen and I were just shooting the shit,” you said, forcing your gaze up. He slid his hand down and took one of yours, pulling you over to a quiet sitting room. He sat down on a day bed, you going with him. 

“Honey. Tell me the truth.” He ran his thumb over the back of your hand as you crossed your legs. “Did I do something?”

“No. You’re perfect,” you said, glancing down to your lap. “All I was saying was...I don’t know where you stand on some things.”

“Like what?” he asked, still smiling softly, hiding all of the nerves underneath it.

“Kids. Marriage. The fact your family has never once met me or knows I exist. Am I just gonna be the nanny girlfriend or is there something more? I love you. I fucking love and I don’t need or want...I just want to know if you’re open to those things.”

“I don’t know,” he said. You nodded and moved your hand back into your lap, Jensen letting go of it. “Is that a deal breaker?”

“No,” you said with a shake of your head. “Like I said, we were shooting the shit.”

You were both quiet before you stood, Jensen grabbing your hand. He pulled you back to sit, plopping you straight down in his lap before kissing you.

“Okay I do know but the answers fucking scare me,” he said. “I said I was gonna stop being scared when it came to you.”

“Jensen, you don’t have to-”

“Yes, I would have more kids if it were with the right person. Preferably sooner than later but yes. Yes, I would marry again. Yes, I would introduce her to my family and yes they do know about her. Not as much as I’d like but they do know her. And lastly yes, I am open to more than just the nanny girlfriend, so much fucking more. All of it more. But that scares me that almost a year later here I am, open to all of those things, wanting those things with you when losing Dee hurt so much. It’s not fair to you that this isn’t how it’s supposed to be, simple and normal and just the fun parts. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not asking you to stop loving her. God if you ever did, I don’t think you’d be the man I love. I just wanted to know if there’s room for a future in there maybe,” you said.

“You kinda got in there all on your own and I don’t want you to ever come out,” he said. 

“Ever?” you breathed out. “Cause that implies-”

“If someone’s gonna be that second person for me, I think…” he said, looking down. You rested your forehead against his, Jensen taking a deep breath. “I know you won’t wait for me forever to get my shit together.”

“Well, forever’s a long time. I can offer a few years at least?” you asked, Jensen laughing dryly. “What?”

“I don’t deserve a few years. Your emotions aren’t a toy to play with.”

“Yours aren’t something to drag along when they’re not ready.”

“See? You do that shit. You always do that fucking shit,” he said, his voice a few octaves higher. You wrapped him up in a hug, feeling a few drops of wetness hit your cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“For crying? Jesus Jens, it’s okay,” you said. “I promise it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay. I keep tossing you around like you don’t have feelings too, like this isn’t hard for you too. It’s always me and my fucking problems with just…”

“Just what honey,” you said, Jensen holding onto you tightly, chin resting on your shoulder. 

“I can’t,” he said.

“Why not?” you said, carding your fingers through his hair.

“I don’t want this to go away,” he mumbled out. “This is it and I feel like I’m gonna explode and-”

“Shush,” you said, wrapping your legs around his waist and squeezing his whole body as much as you could. He stilled briefly and calmed down some, sniffling to himself before you released to a gentler hold on him. “Just the anxiety talking.”

“I love you,” he said, lifting his head up, looking you straight on. “I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you and do everything with you. I’ve known those things for a very long time. Longer than you have and before you even thought of them as questions. I want all that and you’re gonna get stuck with me, with this, with the never ending baggage, with the baggage you haven’t even seen yet. All your life is gonna be is taking care of my ass and you getting hurt because of it. Is that what you want? Is it? Because I want so much fucking more for you than me.”

“Was that your proposal speech?” you asked calmly. He blinked a few times and narrowed his eyes.

“What? Y/N I-”

“Well you said you want to marry me and yeah, I fucking want to do that with you too so was that your speech?”

“What?” he asked so innocently you smiled. “I don’t…”

“I happen to like taking care of your ass. So. You want me gone, I’m gone. You want me to stay, I’m staying forever. What’s it gonna be?” you asked.

“Stay,” he said quietly with a nod. “Please don’t go away from us.”

“Okay,” you said. He leaned forward and kissed you, sniffling some more when he broke off. “Are you…”

“I can’t believe I just asked that while I’m covered in tears and snot,” he said. A box of tissues suddenly flung itself through the doorway, landing near your feet. You stared down at it and started to laugh, Jensen chuckling while you picked it up. “I’m never living that down.”

“Who gives a fuck,” you said. You took out a tissue and wiped off his face and eyes, having him blow his nose a few times. “That’s really gross.”

“I know.”

“Must be how you know it’s meant to be,” you said, wiping your hand off. 

“Stay forever?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “Yeah that sounds good.”

“Me too,” he said. He pulled you into a hug and you held him tight, the door sneakily shutting on the two of you when it started to pour outside and you heard the backdoor. “I bet that’s how you imagined that going.”

“I never thought it would happen,” you said. “Not when I first came here. Love’s for other people. Normal people with normal families.”

“Fuck normal,” he said and you laughed. You picked up a clean tissue and licked it, wiping off a dried tear streak on his cheek. “I feel good.”

“We’re gonna work on that bottling shit up stuff, okay?” you said.

“Maybe you’ll have more success than Dee did,” he chuckled. 

“I’ll just have to build off what she started,” you said. He nodded and cupped your cheek as you finished cleaning him off. “There, all better.”

“Guess you’re out of a nanny job,” he said.

“Oh such a shame,” you said. “I’ve been putting my paychecks for the last while to a separate account.”

“I did notice that,” he said. “Saving for something?”

“Wanted to give it back to you.”

“Honeymoon fund instead?”

“Okay, now we’re talking,” you said with a laugh.

“You never did tell me how much your book deal got you.”

“I signed a multi-year deal. They think there’s great potential for it to be one of those series every kid reads. One million for around twenty books?”

“Fuck. You should be my agent if you can negotiate like that,” he said.

“I’m still gonna take care of them like I have been,” you said. 

“I know. It’s probably going to be a million times harder now actually,” he said. You nodded and he smiled. “You love them.”

“Yes but I don’t know how to be a parent.”

“Just do what you’ve been doing and it’ll be fine,” he said. “It’ll change but it’ll be good.”

“Not really how I was expecting today to go,” you said. 

“Me either. I had hoped for that to be a tad more romantic,” he said. You gave him a kiss and hug, Jensen returning it. “You don’t care.”

“Nah,” you said. “Just care about you. Everything else, I’m good.”

“Want to go share the news with our eavesdropper?” he asked. You helped him up to his feet and took his hand, walking out of the room, Jared and Gen suspiciously wiping down their kitchen counter. “Or should I say eavesdroppers.”

“We were concerned and I swear we left after Jared tossed the tissues in,” said Gen. Jared shook his head and pointed at her. “I swear he did it.”

“Guess you guys heard then,” said Jensen, giving you a smile. “We’re gonna give it a shot.”

“You okay?” asked Jared. Jensen nodded and squeezed your hand. “You sure?”

“I know what I want,” said Jensen. “I’ve known for a long time. Finally got over being scared is all.”

“She wasn’t gonna hurt you,” said Jared with a smile.

“I know. It was a different fear,” he said. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said. “Promise.”

“You better not, sweetheart.”

It was dark by the time the storms had passed, all three kids going down easy after spending most of the day running around the Padalecki house. You sat on the balcony off of Jensen’s bedroom in the oversized lounge chair, Jensen sat on the other side of the small side table your drink rested on.

“I’ve never been on a boat before,” you said, staring up at the dark night sky, the only light coming from a few string ones Jensen had turned on.

“Never?” asked Jensen. “Better wear your life jacket tomorrow then.”

“You better wear your life jacket,” you said. “We both know I’m a better swimmer than you.”

“You’re a better swimmer than me? Me?” he chuckled. “No way.”

“Put your money where your mouth is. Five bucks says I’m a better swimmer,” you said. He waved the way towards the door and you stood up, walking downstairs and outside.

“Uh, you missing something?” he chuckled. You smirked and pulled off your shirt and undid your jeans, shimming out of them and leaving them by the patio. “You really think…” 

“I really think what?” you said, tossing your bra at him, leaving your underwear behind. You jumped in and swam out to the deep end. “You’re already losing Jensen.”

“Losing my ass,” he said, taking off his shirt and jeans, nearly tripping as he hopped out of his boxer briefs. He jumped in nearby and swam over to you, dunking his head under briefly. “I could get used to this look.”

“Nothing you’ve not seen before.”

“Never seen my fiance naked before,” he grinned. You rolled your eyes but swam over and gave him a kiss. “I knew you had a thing for dorks you know.”

“Did you now?”

“Told me yourself. Not a fan of cocky guys I recall.”

“Well...a little cock is okay. Highly recommended in fact,” you said. 

“You are such a loser,” he laughed.

“I must have learned it from you.” You giggled and swam back to the shallow end, Jensen lazily chasing after. “I’ve never skinny dipped until just now actually.”

“Got anything on your bucket list you want to try out?” he asked. You shrugged and took a seat on a step, Jensen settling in next to you. “Naked trounce on the trampoline?”

“Maybe another time,” you said. You leaned back and looked up at the dark sky once more. He reached over and held your hand in the water, playing with it quietly. “Skydiving would be cool. Space would be cool.”

“One of those is a lot more feasible than the other. I noticed up in Canada where we had more stars at night you really like looking at them.”

“Did it a lot as a kid. Kinda always have,” you said. “I like space as much as the next gal but it’s just pretty, you know? You’re one little speck out in all of those stars. It’s all so freaking complex but you can kinda look up at them and it’s just so simple too.”

“Yeah,” he said, toying with a strand of hair floating in the water. “I get that.”

You turned and found him staring at you, a smile on his lips. 

“We could go camping sometime, see all the stars there are up there if you’d like,” he said.

“We don’t have to do that,” you said. 

“Why?” he asked quietly. “I’m curious is all. It seems like something you’d really enjoy seeing.”

“What purpose does it serve though? It’s not something fun for the kids to experience,” you said. “It’s a waste of money.”

“It doesn’t have to have a purpose. It’s for you, for us. A night away where you get to see something most people don’t ever get a chance. That’s the only purpose,” he said. “Camping’s about the cheapest thing you can do. Don’t worry about the money. You don’t have to worry about that ever again.”

“I just don’t want to go camping,” you said. You looked down and swallowed. “I used to go camping with my dad a lot.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t do that to me,” you said. “I just...I don’t think I ever want to go again.”

“Okay. Would you go camping with me sometime?” he asked. 

“Jensen-”

“Just me. No body else. I won’t even touch you except to cuddle,” he said. You nodded and he smiled. “Thank you. It won’t be scary this time. I promise.”

“Is your dad nice?” you asked. He leaned back against his elbows and nodded. “Does he know about me?”

“My parents know I have a girlfriend. My mom knows I was getting pretty serious about you,” he said. 

“Do they know I was the nanny? Or how old I am?”

“No. My siblings do but not my parents,” he said. You sat up and wrapped your arms around yourself in the warm night air. “I’m not embarrassed of you Y/N. I think that’s a conversation better had in person is all.”

“You haven’t told them because you think they’ll have a problem with it,” you said. 

“Not as much problem as when I say I’m not having a prenup,” he said. You turned your head and saw him smiling back. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t trust you completely.”

“Jensen I don’t want to cause a problem,” you said. He shook his head and you sighed. “I know how close you are with them and you haven’t gotten to see them since Christmas. I know exactly what they’re gonna think of me when they hear about the former nanny.”

“You don’t seem to understand yet that you? Nobody is more important than you and those three in there. If they can’t accept you then screw ‘em.”

“Jensen.”

“I’m not worried and you know why? I love you and you love me. I know they love me a whole lot too so you’re on the same side.”

“You’re a bad liar,” you said. He sat up and sighed. “Jens-”

“I don’t know how they’ll act. But you deserve a chance and that’s what I expect out of them. I want them to love you too but at a minimum you’ll have their respect.”

You nodded and sunk down in the warm water, Jensen sliding over and taking a seat on your lap, tossing his arms around your shoulders. 

“You still talk to Dee’s parents right?” you asked. He nodded and wrapped his legs loosely around your waist. “Do they…”

“No,” he said quietly. “They deserve for that to be an in person conversation too. They’re coming up soon for JJ’s birthday soon. I figured I’d tell them then.”

“I’m glad you still talk to them,” you said. “They still see you guys.”

“Christmas was hard last year. I’m not sure which one of us got it worse,” he said. 

“I’d like to meet them if that’s okay.”

“Yeah,” he breathed out. “I’m not sure how they’ll react honestly.”

“I’d still like to,” you said, stepping out into the water with him, Jensen hanging off of you. “If only you were this light normally I’d carry you around all day.”

“Didn’t we agree a long time ago you were the badass princess after all,” he said, bumping his nose against yours. 

“Here I thought you’d be taller,” you teased, quickly kissing him.

“Little shit,” he grinned. He nuzzled your cheek and you let out a deep breath. “Don’t worry about them.”

“At least we don’t have to go through this on my side,” you said.

“Can I ask one thing of you?”

“What?”

“Ray, your mom’s boyfriend, did things end badly between the two of you or you just drift apart? You said you left when you finished high school.”

“I stopped talking to him awhile ago. I moved out at 18 when I got my first nanny job. He was dating his wife Sarah by then. I’d come over for dinner every few months for a few years. By the time I was twenty one they were married with two kids. I didn’t go one time and kept putting it off and Ray told me it was okay if I didn’t want to see him anymore. I could call him if I ever needed him, that sort of thing. I haven’t spoken to him in nine years. But that’s not asking something of me, is it.”

“Can we consider inviting him to the wedding?”

“Been engaged eight hours and already planning?” you asked. 

“I don’t know him but he had a part in raising you. Just consider it is all I ask. And wedding? Those things take fucking forever to plan, trust me.”

“I’ll think about it,” you said, spinning him around in the water. “Are they really that complicated to put together?”

“Nah. Don’t go bridezilla on me is all,” he said. 

“Total diva over here,” you said, feeling the edge of the shallow end start to drop off with your foot. You spun around one more time before you had to set him down, Jensen taking the chance to pick you up and toss you out of of the water. “Jensen! I’m naked!”

“I know. It’s awesome,” he said, swimming out and kissing your cheek. “Wanna race?”

“Winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser when we head upstairs?” you grinned.

“Oh, you’re so on.”

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A/N: Read Part 10 here!

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The Princess and The Pogue (pt. 3)

Pairing: JJ x Female!Reader / Topper x Female!Reader 

Warnings: underage drinking, mild swearing, mentions of drugs 

Words count: 2k (it’s short but the next part is long) 

Part Summary: As the night dwindles away, JJ feels pressured to secure a place in your life. His chances grow times ten when Sarah arrives with some interesting news. 

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You and JJ share a log around the fire. His arm rests over your thigh, his hand gripping your knee slightly. Your chin rests on his shoulder as you two exchange whisper back and forth, making the Pogues sick with how lovey-dovey you two already are becoming. 

“What are you doing tomorrow?” JJ asks, kinda hoping he could ask you for real date but he’ll understand if you already have plans. 

“Hanging out with you,” you cheekily answer, earning a blushing grin from him. 

“Oh! cool, cool...” He presses his lips together with a faint laugh, finding it hard to hide his childish grin. 

You giggle at his bashfulness. He’s so shy around you and you can’t help but find it adorable. 

"Here comes Sarah!" Kiara announces as he spots their friend's car rolling up the drive. 

You and JJ finally break your hype-focused attention away from each other. Almost to make up for the lack of verbal communication, JJ shifts closer to you and plants a quick peck to your temple. 

"Hey! Sorry for the delay!" Sarah announces as she walks over from her car. John B rises from his position, trying to intercept Sarah before she sees you and JJ. Once she reaches John B, she notices how you and JJ are sitting. Her brows scrunch together, but she does her best to mask her confusion. "My parents were having a hissy fit about me borrowing the car. I told them and Y/N's parents that we were staying the night at Kiara's since she doesn't feel well. I hope that's okay, Kie," she asks as she gets closer to the bonfire. 

"Yeah, no problem!" Kiara waves her hand, not caring at all. 

"Wait, so what's the game plan?" You ask Sarah, but also everyone else for their input. You're thankful for the group's help, but weren't exactly prepared for an overnight stay. You understand why Sarah did this nonetheless. 

"You all can stay here tonight," John B shrugs as the Pogues do it all the time. 

"Your parents believed it," Sarah assures you. "I would just text your parents to help it seem more legit." 

"Okay! I'll text my mom," you comply with enthusiasm. 

Hey, I told Sarah to tell you but in case she didn't, we're staying over at Kiara's tonight. I had to drive her home in her dad's car because we think she got food poisoning or something. I'll text you when I'm heading out in the morning. Sarah can drive me home or something :)

"Finally! It'll be nice not being the only girl! I was kinda hoping you and Sarah would stay over anyway," Kiara adds, offering you a kind smile. 

"That makes two of us," JJ whispers for only you to hear. 

"My folks were pretty pissed about me ditching on the party, so I feel no urge on going home," Sarah huffs, right as John B asks for her to help him inside real quick. 

You and JJ watch as John B escorts Sarah inside by the arm. They try to be nonchalant, but it's so obvious they're freaking out. Sarah's whispers aren't exactly quiet and John B's doing his best to fill her in on what he knows. 

JJ turns his face toward yours with a smirk, suppressing his laughter. "They're definitely talking about us." 

"Oh for sure!" You nod slowly with a snicker. 

You two share in your amusement as your friends slowly lose their minds. A Pogue from The Cut was caught kissing the Princess of the OBX. If your friends from the other side of the island found out they would have an even more dramatic reaction. 

Your phone buzzes in your lap and it's from your mom. 

Ok. Text me when you wake up. 

"All set!" You voice to everyone remaining around the fire. "I doubt they'll even care since "I'm still on the Figure 8,” you make air quotes. 

"Yay!" Kiara claps her hands. 

"I say we watch a scary movie tonight!" JJ suggests beside you. 

"The Conjuring!" You vote swiftly, earning a laugh from JJ. 

"No!" Pope instantly refuses. "Nope! Last time we watched that you guys made me sleep on the porch and I heard creeks all night!" 

"Aw, I'll stay with you tonight Pope," Kiara offers, reaching for her friend's hand with a pout. "I'll keep you safe from all the ghosties." 

JJ leans in brushes his lips against your ear. "You gonna keep me safe?" 

You smile softly, turning your head toward him as you nod slowly. "I'll have your back if you have mine." 

His beautiful eyes meet yours in the gold flickering light of the fire. "Always, Baby." He plants a kiss to your lips, this time slow and comforting, as though you two have been doing it forever. 

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All six of you are gathered in the living room, watching The Conjuring. John B and JJ insisted that all lights in the house must be off, much to Pope's dismay. Kiara and Pope are positioned on the carpet, their backs against the couch. Pope has been hiding in a ball with his face behind the blanket he shares with Kiara. Sarah and John B are sprawled comfortably on the couch, well invested in the movie. You and JJ share the old red recliner, tucked close in a ball under a comforter. Right before the movie starts to get interesting, you shift forward in your position. JJ whines, disappointed in the loss of contact. His pouty face makes you giggle and he playfully tries to keep you close by holding onto your wrist. 

"I need another drink, anyone else?" You offer quietly, making sure not to step on Kiara or Pope on the floor on the way to the kitchen. You receive various forms of declines as you do your best to navigate your way through the dark and unfamiliar house. 

Finally finding yourself in the kitchen, you make yourself a glass of water. The moonlight shining through the window over the sink acts as your saving grace. Suddenly, you feel a pair of arms slip around your waist, causing you to jump. 

"Hey, Gorgeous," the blonde whispers against your neck. 

"JJ!" You gasp your heart racing. 

"Did I scare you?" He chuckles quietly to not alert the others. 

You spin in his hold and nudge him on the shoulder playfully. "You did that on purpose!"

"Not really but-" In one swift motion, JJ picks up and places you on the counter. He parts your legs to stand between them. His palms glide up and down your thighs. "That I did mean to do," he smirks, biting down on his lip. 

"JJ! Y/N! You're going to miss the wardrobe part!" Pope shouts, his voice shaky with fear. 

"I wish I had spoken to you sooner," JJ confesses abruptly, completely his friend in the next room. All he cares about right now is you. 

"Dido," you smirk, placing your arms over JJ's shoulders. 

"Really?" He voices in disbelief. Despite how much you've reassured him or have reciprocated his affections, he still isn't convinced that you truly like him. 

"That first time I saw you at the Cameron's?" You recall with raised brows. "Um, yeah! You looked hot in that pale green Ron Jon shirt." 

"I can't believe you remember that," he shakes his head, leaning in closer to you. I thought there was no way you'd know who I am." 

"JJ," you say his name in a mild groan with a toss of your head. How can this boy not see how amazing he is? "You're definitely worth remembering." 

"It was at the Boneyard," he states a matter-of-factly. 

"What was?" You grin. 

"The first time I ever saw you," he tilts his head back slightly, relieving his sharp jawline. "You were dancing with Topper on the wall. The fire made your skin glow and shimmer like bronze. You wore a navy blue bikini with ripped white booty shorts. Your hair was half up and all I could think about was how much I wanted to run my fingers through it. You were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen," he tells you, never once breaking eye contact. 

"That was last summer!" You can't believe he remembers that. 

"I know," he replies as though it's completely ordinary. 

Your jaw drops, "you're saying you've been waiting to talk to me for a year?!" 

"Okay well, when you put it that way," he tries to play it off and be cool now. 

"Aw JJ!" You express a little too excitedly, bringing your hands to his cheeks. 

JJ is quick to press his hand over your mouth. "Shh, Baby. Before you alert everyone in the living room!" Mischievously, you plant a kiss on his palm, catching him off guard. JJ swallows hard, peering down at you with hooded eyes.  "Okay, now you're just teasing me." 

You place your hand over his and remove it from your mouth. "You make it too easy," you giggle in a whisper. 

JJ simply stares down at your lips as he bites down on his own. Before you have a chance to react, he hungrily presses his lips to yours. Ever kiss up until now has been gentle, new, and hesitant. Now, JJ is forgetting his nerves and is acting on impulse. He breaks away from you and moves his assault to your neck. You comb your fingers through his thick blonde hair, gripping the strands on the back of his neck. 

"JJ," you pant breathlessly as your eyes fall shut. "What are you doing?" 

"Making up for lost time," he breathes against your neck. I'm really kicking myself right now." 

"It's my fault too," you try to speak as JJ makes a track down your neck to your collarbone. "I could've at least said 'hi' instead of smiling like an idiot." 

"At least you were nice," JJ mumbles against your chest. "I was a statue. Plus, I always thought you and Rafe may be-"

"Ew! Don't even finish that sentence," you scoff in disgusts. 

"You were always at the Cameron's. He's always on top of you and watches you like a hawk," JJ explains as he pops up for air. 

"He's had a thing for me for a while now. I've turned him down," you inform him.  

JJ frowns in confusion. "Why?" 

You figured it would've been obvious, especially considering how much JJ hates Rafe. "He's an arrogant ass. He thinks he's invincible and I hate people like that." 

"Well, you can tell him you're taken now," JJ grins, leaning in to kiss you. 

"Oh, I am?" You question playfully against his lips. 

"Yep," the boy nods as he begins to glide his lips across your jawline. "You're mine... and only mine..." He whispers, making you bite your lip with anticipation. Boy, this kid knows how to get you turned on. "I'll make sure everyone in the OBX knows it too," he declares as he starts to suck on the sensitive skin on your neck. At the rate JJ is going, he's certain to leave a mark or two, just as he wanted. 

"You guys!" Kiara calls this time. 

JJ huffs with annoyance as he appears out from your neck. "Coming!" He shouts, completely unfazed by what he was just doing. "Got you're so sexy," he plants a quick peck to your lips. "I hope you know I'm going to be dying through this entire movie." 

Ever the gentleman, he grips your waist and helps you down from the counter. He slips his hand into yours and grabs your water with the other before leading the way back into the living room. 

"She couldn't find the sodas in the fridge. I had to grab a new box from the back," he conjures up as you two cross the living room toward the recliner. 

"Sureee," John B and Sarah say in unison with amusement. 

"Sorry guys, what did we miss?" You ask while you and JJ get settled. 

After you take a quick sip from your water, you place it on the side table between the recliner and the couch before getting comfortable again with JJ. 

"Nice water, Y/N." Sarah giggles as she peaks over from the couch at your hand, earning an eye roll from JJ. 

"The crazy demon lady jumped on the daughter. I hate this!" Pope rushes out to answer your question. 

"Oh my God! You're fine, Pope!" Kiara groans, not hiding her annoyance. 

"I wish it wasn't so dark in here!" Pope shouts dramatically. 

"I kinda like it," JJ purrs in your ear. 

You turn your head to the side and he plants a kiss on your lips. As the others watch the movie, you and JJ spend most of the time whispering back and forth or too caught up in each other physically to talk at all. Of course, you two are respectful of your friends and keep it PG. Yet, you can't get enough of each other. It's all so soon, energetic, and freeing. As the thought of tomorrow morning lingers in the back of your mind, you’re starting to dread the idea of parting from JJ. 

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