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lacrymatoryao3 · 1 month

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Redemption Was Just The Beginning

Chapter 10: January, 1900 (Continued)

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To the world, Arthur Morgan is dead. As he tries to face the idea, in a lush valley in Ambarino he comes face to face with a woman from his past, and they must reckon with an era long gone. Especially when she has secrets of her own.

(Rated explicit simply because eventually there’s smut in this.)

Tag: @photo1030

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Arthur was left stewing in it, his conflicting feelings. Tidying up the house, working in the stables, even taking a damn nap. He couldn’t get it out of his head, the way the Sheriff spoke about Ana, and how it reared a possessiveness of her he wasn’t proud of. All because she told him she still loved him. In hindsight he saw it in the things she did for him in the past. She had patched up his wounds, worried about his safety and if he would even come back from his dangerous adventures. She had been the one who washed and mended his clothes, who kept him company at night. He was just blind and too much of a coward to let himself keep it in the moment.

Mary was the one Arthur had intended to marry, but Ana was the closest thing he had came to a wife. It felt odd to realize, but it was completely true. That led Arthur to wonder something. How much did he mix Mary and Ana Maria in his memories? Who did he really miss the most? He still did love Mary as well, but it started to seem different than it used to. He did fail her, like every time before, and she was right to want to move on from him. He said a silent prayer, a very rare action, that wherever Mary went after the last letter she sent to him that she was happy. He hoped she would find someone who is honest and good to her as she deserved. It didn’t hurt anymore that it wasn’t going to be him who provided it. A lot of weight of was lifted off his shoulders.

And then there was still Ana. Arthur wanted to love, to be loved, but part of himself wanted to convince her he wasn’t worth it no matter how badly he needed or desired it. He was incapable of seeing what she saw in him. He wished so desperately he could see the good in himself everyone else seemed to think was there. He couldn’t get over the thought he was never worthy of it. After everything he’d done, surely there had to be some punishment. That all went away when he looked at her, when he thought about her. He couldn’t bring himself to break her heart again. That was an even worse sin to him than every murder and robbery he ever committed.

Self doubt and hatred aside, Arthur got what he wanted. He was a father, bumbling and lost about it like every man probably was. He had a woman who loved him. The question was how to hold onto it instead of running away.

“For now I am a prisoner… in Still-water Jail I lie…” Arthur sang quietly to himself riding on Delfina, humming the parts he had forgotten, “For which I will be sorry… Til my dyin’ day…”

By the time he got to the school the children had already been let out. He knew something was wrong when the sounds of the children weren’t the usual ones they tended to have as he he drew nearer. Some were scared, some excited, but all crowded around the commotion in the front yard. Surrounded by their peers was Arthur Francisco and an older boy circling each other before taking swings like they were grown men. The older boy was taller and looked like he did a lot of farm work. Arthur Francisco, impressively, was able to hold his own against him.

Perhaps he should have let them fight it out, but he couldn’t stand the sight of poor Miss Svensson doing everything she could to separate them. She had taken hard tumble when the older boy got Arthur Francisco on the ground, striking him in the stomach. He didn’t get very many in, Arthur Francisco got the upper hand and grabbed him tightly around the neck and using his knees to roll on top of him. He kept one hand there, pummeling the boy with his other fist. He just kept punching him in the face over and over.

Everything happened so fast Arthur hadn’t fully registered what was happening when he jumped off Delfina and ran to them. He snatched Arthur Francisco from behind, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist and yanking him away as the child flailed against him.

“DON’T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT AGAIN, MILLER!” Arthur Francisco hissed at his enemy, “IF YOU DO I SWEAR I’LL KILL YOU!”

He could feel the rage emanating from him, his blue eyes burned like hellfire glaring at the older boy lying before him. Arthur finally and fully saw what Ana had repeatedly told him about their boy: himself. It was in that unmerciful and righteous anger.

“Like hell you will boy!” Arthur objected, putting Arthur Francisco firmly on his feet and grasping him hard on the shoulders, “You don’t talk to no one like that! You hear me?!”

The emotion hearing Arthur Francisco utter those words matched the boy’s own. The audience grew quiet and quickly dispersed, leaving only them, Miss Svensson who was standing and dusting herself off, and the Miller boy sitting defeated on bloody snow.

Arthur spun around, focusing some of his ire to him, “And you, what’s your excuse?! Ain’t you a little too old for this bullshit?!”

Miss Svensson shook her head and helped the Miller boy to his feet, “This happens frequently with Zachariah, I am afraid. Another letter for me to write now.”

“Well, don’t worry about this one.” Arthur huffed, gesturing to Arthur Francisco, “I’ll tell his mama and deal with what I can in the meantime.”

Miss Svensson took the Miller boy inside the school to tend to just injuries.

“What the hell happened anyway?” Arthur asked Arthur Francisco. It had to happen on his watch. As if the day hadn’t dragged on enough. He took a bandana out of his pocket, softly wiping Arthur Francisco’s face to see the damage. His lip was split and bleeding, bruises were already appearing around his left eye and jaw. Arthur had him open his mouth. No teeth where chipped, broken, or missing. He carefully prodded his stomach, checking for any signs of internal injury. The boy only told him it was sore and not painful. That too would be bruised for a while.

Arthur Francisco sighed, “Well… Jane was talking to some of the girls about the new baby. He went up to her and started asking her… not very nice things.”

Arthur nodded, “I can understand wantin’ to defend a girl, but don’t go around threatenin’. Because there comes a time where somebody takes you up on it, and you either become a coward or a killer. Or… you’re the one that gets killed. Me and your mama seen too many men go to an early grave for it. We want better for you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir. I just… Don’t understand why people are so hateful just because someone exists.”

Arthur put his hand on the boy’s shoulder, “There’s a lot of them out there, I fear. You just got to be better than they are.”

Arthur gathered their horses. He put Arthur Francisco onto Josefina and tied her reins to the horn of Delfina’s saddle. He led them through town, stopping at the butcher’s to buy some steaks for dinner before setting off home. He kept a close eye on the boy, but besides the darkening contusions on his face he didn’t show any signs of anything else.

“This isn’t the first time this has happened to me…” Arthur Francisco calmly protested, holding the steaks while Arthur put the horses in the stable by himself.

“Yeah, I know, but I want to make sure.” Arthur replied, “If something happened, your mama wouldn’t be afraid to beat me senseless. Now, go inside and put those in the ice box. I’m going to go beck of Mrs. O’Hogan.”

Approaching it, on the outside the O’Hogan’s gingerbread styled home was silent. Once he was at the front door, Arthur could hear the chaos that 5 children in one place could bring. He took off one of his gloves and knocked loudly so it could be heard over the commotion. Mr. O’Hogan stepped out, disheveled and with a big smile on his face.

“I hope we got some good news there!” Arthur greeted.

Mr. O’Hogan clasped him tightly on the shoulder, “We sure fuckin’ do! Little girl, 6 pounds! Both o’ ‘em as healthy as can be! Sent a cable ta the archdiocese in Saint Denis, see if we can get a priest ta come up an’ baptize her.”

O’Hogan let Arthur go, pulling a cigarette out of his shirt pocket and lighting it with a match, “So, how about that row Little Arthur had? Heard he put a hell o’ a hurt on that Miller boy.”

“He’s pretty banged up his damn self. I have no idea how I’m going to tell Anie.” Arthur replied, “I just wanted to make sure everything went well with your wife and check how your daughter is doin’. That boy said some nasty things to her I was told.”

“Nothin’ about them Millers ain’t nasty!” O’Hogan replied, “Getting’ tired o’ it. I’m gonna start goin’ with ‘em ta school an’ back.”

“As long as you let our ladies come back.” Arthur said with a hint of humor, “Anyway, you have a good night, Owen. Glad you finally got your third girl! Let our ladies come home soon!”

Making dinner was a lot easier. Arthur knew how to cook a slab of meat, not in a pan but all it did was take slightly longer than holding it over a fire. The boy had enough experience in the kitchen to heat up a can of carrots. They kept a plate in the warming box for Ana. After cleaning up they spent time on the living room floor, drawing animals with the watercolors Arthur Francisco was given for Christmas. Arthur would sketch them out with a pencil, and the boy would paint them. Arthur shared the least traumatic stories about the things he saw over the years. They spent a lot of time talking.

Arthur got him ready for bed on time. He patted the boy lightly on the head, “Your mama should be home soon. She’ll probably check up on you because… Well, you know.”

“Yeah, she usually does.” Arthur Francisco said, “Good night, Arthur.”

Arthur got up and went to the door, “Good night, son.”

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Ana closed the door quietly. She took off her jacket and shoes. Her hands went to her head as she tip toed into the kitchen, pulling out every pin until her hair was free. She was glad everything went well, and that it was over for another two or three years. The O’Hogans made it seem like this would be their last. With a couple like that, she wasn’t sure how long that vow would last.

Maybe if she had something like that, Ana might feel the same about it.

The counter was a note on a piece of torn paper. In Arthur’s fine handwriting was a line about leaving a plate from dinner for her. She hovered her hand over the stove. It was still quite hot. She opened the warming box to find it nearly as fresh as it was from the evening. He was always good when cooking a piece of meat.

She put it on the table, poured a glass of gin, and sat down to enjoy it. Arthur’s door creaked open. He stepped out and sat next to her.

“I hope I didn’t wake you.” Ana said.

Arthur shook his head, “No. I was actually up waitin’ for you. How’d everythin’ go?”

“Good! Of course, there’s always that time when things can be a little risky, but I think Rosaline and the baby will be just fine. How did it go with you and Arthur Francisco?”

“It went well… For the most part…” Arthur went quiet for a moment, “The boy got into a fight when school let out.”

Ana rolled her eyes, “I heard Stephen and Jane tell their father about it. How bad are his wounds this time?”

“He’s pretty banged up. He did worse to that Miller boy.”

“I’m not surprised.” Ana sighed, “Something has to be done about them, before things get worse. I have an idea. Maybe the father will consider it, if you’ll accompany me tomorrow.”

“I sure will. I’d like to see this hated man.”

After Ana ate she went up the stairs with Arthur following behind. She entered Arthur Francisco’s bedroom. The boy was sleeping soundly when she sat down at the edge of his bed, stroking his hair and scanning the bruises on his face. She sighed again and tucked his covers around him, kissing him on the temple before leaving.

Arthur waited for her in the hall. She patted him on the back, “Thank you for everything you did today. I imagine it wasn’t easy for you.”

He saw his chance. Before he his doubts got the better of him, he wrapped his arm around Ana’s waist and drew her to him. She let out a quiet yelp in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. He held her close to his body, her head coming to rest on his chest. He forgot how small she was compared to him, how wonderful it felt to have her pressed against him protectively in his arms. Her warmth filled a hole deep within his heart, one that had grown so accustomed to pain it almost burned. He never thought he’d feel like that again, where his heart raced, his face burned, his hands shook.

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direwombat · 8 months

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Wip music monday

Tagged by @inafieldofdaisies, @cassietrn, and @the-silver-chronicles for some musical wip-iness

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton, @adelaidedrubman, @miyabilicious, @g0dspeeed, @josephslittledeputy,@aceghosts, @madparadoxum, @voidika, @strangefable, @jillvalentinesday, @confidentandgood, @wrathfulrook, @trench-rot, and anyone else wanting to share some music that's been inspiring them!

while everyone was listening to hozier's new album this weekend i was also listening to hoziers new album, but i was also going INSANE about shayfer james and kate douglas' musical retelling of beowulf so that's where all these are from. under the cut because hhhhhhh longk sorry

first up is another werewolf au jacob pov song

I watch them through their windows And I stalk them in the street Oh, they don’t see me They satisfy my hunger I wait til they’re asleep Oh, they don’t see me I call this chaos order I call this carnage peace Oh, they don’t see me I’m gonna grab them by their fragile throats They cower at my feet As I start to feed I would rather be a monster than a fool I’m hungry, and I’ve come for you There’s a pile of bones in the corner that I call friends There’s a pile of bones in the corner that I call friends They built those brittle walls in vain They fear my face They know my name There’s a pile of bones in the corner that I call friends

here's a song that gives off big joseph vibes fitting for katc

DO LIES AND EMPTY PROMISES GIVE HOPELESS MEN RELIEF? THIS IGNORANCE, THEIR INNOCENCE WHILE THEY WALK THE WORLD ASLEEP I AM CUNNING, THEY’RE COMPLICIT I AM COMING, THEY DISMISS IT LET THEIR CREATURE COMFORTS BLIND THEM I HAVE COME HERE TO REMIND THEM I AM WAKEFUL I AM WATCHFUL I AM UNAFRAID TO FIGHT I WILL STIR YOU FROM SLUMBER I WILL NEVER SAY GOOD NIGHT I AM WAKEFUL I AM WATCHFUL I AM UNAFRAID TO FIGHT I WILL TEAR YOU FROM YOUR TREASURES I WILL NEVER SAY GOOD NIGHT WE’RE ALL GUILTY OF SOMETHING FOR EVERY GIFT THERE IS A SIN IT DEPENDS ON WHERE YOU’RE STANDING WHERE YOU ARE AND WHERE YOU’VE BEEN WE’RE ALL GUILTY OF SOMETHING CUTTING CORNERS, CASTING STONES WE ARE NONE OF US IMMORTAL WE ARE ALL OF US ALONE WE’RE ALL GUILTY OF SOMETHING FOR EVERY GIVE THERE IS A TAKE WE PRETEND TO LOVE THE VICTIMS OF THE CHOICES THAT WE MAKE WE’RE ALL GUILTY OF SOMETHING EITHER PAST OR PRESENT TENSE WHO WILL SAVE YOU FROM YOUR SHADOW? WHO WILL COME TO YOUR DEFENSE? WE’RE ALL GUILTY OF SOMETHING FOR EVERY WRONG THERE IS A RIGHT YOU’LL MAKE ANY LIE A LULLABY IF IT HELPS YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT WE’RE ALL GUILTY OF SOMETHING EVERY DAY THIS QUIET WAR I AM HERE TO WAKE YOU UP I AM OPENING THIS DOOR

and a bonus duet that has big joe preaching to his flock energy that is also inspiring katc

[THE FATHER] ANOTHER HEATHEN THEY’VE RECRUITED THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT THAN THE REST SHE COMES IN WAR, SHE COMES LIKE THUNDER WE’LL LOSE WHATEVER WE HAVE LEFT SO YOU MUST DO THIS FOR YOUR [FATHER] .... [THE FATHER AND EDEN'S GATE] THEY’RE HATEFUL, THEY’RE HEARTLESS THEY SAY WE’RE THE ENEMY I’M ALL THAT YOU’VE GOT WE ARE BLOOD, WE ARE FAMILY IF YOU DON’T STRIKE FIRST SHE’LL TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME [THE FATHER] WHAT I LOVE ABOUT YOU SON YOU ALWAYS DO AS YOU SAY THEY MEAN TO TAKE IT ALL AWAY THEY WON’T TAKE IT ALL AWAY [EDEN'S GATE] [FATHER], I WILL KEEP YOU SAFE I’LL BE YOUR EYES AND YOUR PROTECTOR THEY HAVE NO BUSINESS IN THIS PLACE EXCEPT TO SATISFY OUR HUNGER [FATHER] I WILL KEEP YOU SAFE NO, I WILL NOT BE AFRAID I’LL RUIN ALL THAT THEY’VE CREATED I WILL TAKE IT ALL AWAY BOTH THEY’RE HATEFUL, THEY’RE HEARTLESS THEY SAY WE’RE THE ENEMY I’M ALL THAT YOU’VE GOT WE ARE BLOOD, WE ARE FAMILY [THE FATHER] IF YOU DON’T STRIKE FIRST SHE’LL TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME NO ONE IS GOING TO TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME

#Spotify #wip music monday #wip: kneeling at the crossroads #wip: the horror and the wild #i'm sorry these lyrical snippets are so long it's just that....the whole song...THE WHOLE SONG #THE WHOLE ALBUM TBH #AND THE PERFORMANCE OF IT IS ON YOUTUBE #i'm sorry i'm just. obsessed

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cerealmonster15 · 9 months

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MWAHAHAHAA UNO REVERSE CARD 1 & 8 YOULL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

wh- hey- HEY COME BACK do NOT make me add a Draw Four Cards in the same color to your pile!!! COME BACK HERE AND TALK ABOUT CHARACTERS!!!!!

not yet tho. it's my turn 😌 going for twst for both of these 🕺

sorry. i talked a lot. this is why no one else sent me questions probably. bc i can and will do it again given the chance 🧡

1- the character everyone gets wrong

i. 🧍 ok so ive been more in my bubble lately so perhapeth my frothing at the mouth will be a bit more outdated idk. im scared of the main tags LOL but. ahem, i am torn between wanting to pick riddle, maybe cater, or ROOK. im a rook apologist til the day i die i s2g. however i am a heartslabyul stan first and a person second, as i have said many a time, so im going with CATER MY BELOVED CAYCAY ACTUALLY.

listen i admit here that i could also be Fully Wrong bc tbh cater's whole Deal is so vaguely hinted at and peppered in at the most spaced out moments and we know so very little about his Secret Sadness and more somber side, there's probably more that we still dont know that maybe [I HOPE] they will spring on us over time. however. HOWEVER. i do not think cater's sunshine upbeat persona is 100% "Fake". like i think there's more to it. yes sure he is implied to be putting on more of a peppy face for the sake of people around him and gets exhausted by it, but i dont think that means it's ALL A LIE and that the sad boy cater is the REAL cater. like i think it's all real, to an extent? something i really like about twst are how, at least to me, everyone seems to be pretty well rounded and multifaceted. there's not really a one note character. everyone's got their own personality and backstory and some we just have learned more about than others. but the way they react to certain situations and certain people and certain environments... just like in real life, it's going to change sometimes depending on the situation. so maybe he masks a bit and pushes out the negativity bc he's def the mediator type who tries to keep up morale, but i dont think that means he's never once experienced Real Joy in his life. i know the lab story with the madrake had those more morose sadlad mandrakes he desperately wanted to hide from lilia and vil [even tho they saw right through him] but the other ones he made still reflected him too! aspects of him, for better or for worse. i'm just saying i don't think it's gotta be all or nothing. there's def more to him under the surface, but i don't think that means everything he shows is all a complete lie forever either.

to follow up on that, i ALSO don't agree w/the depiction that his friendships mean nothing to him / are also all "fake". listen. i have reread cater's wish from the starsending event SEVERAL times. i know. IT HURTS where trey implies he thinks cater isn't being fully open and honest with him. I KNOW. and the bit in cater's halloween card story (i'm pretty sure it was cater's anyway) where he thinks to himself that lilia has no idea what kind of helplessness he's feeling bc lilia has his diasomnia long term friends and cater's had to move around so much so he's never had that, and it kinda seemed implied that his old friends dont really keep in touch til hes relevant on magicam for the stuff going on in school . i get it! HOWEVER. i think it's again a more complex situation. i think, personally, cater as he's said few times in canon - he likes to live in the moment and make memories! but i don't think those good memories are fake. i think you can enjoy people's company and love them a whole lot and still keep them at a bit of a distance. i think cater does mask some of his more serious feelings, as trey implied he suspected. i think cater probably does get tired of being the mediator. i think being the third in command at heartslabyul is exhausting and cater's a teen boy with a lot of complicated feelings, but i think he has fun with lilia and kalim in pop music club. i think he and trey are genuine friends - they roomed together for 2 years! i think he loves teasing his little freshmen buddies like a big brother lol. i'm about to go on about riddle and cater in the next question but fkljsdfjlkse.

yes cater holds back, but i dont think that means he's never expressed genuine feelings either!!!

8- common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

i am biting anyone that tries to imply cater and riddle arent friends or that trey prefers riddle over cater!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LISTEN listen listen. ok i get that it can be an interesting concept to explore of the potential tension between cater riddle and trey w/like childhood friends trey and riddle but then bestie 3rd years trey and cater but then riddle shows up and takes control- i get it! i dont necessarily think it's wrong to explore that potential area.

however. HOWEVER. we are talking about MY options and thoughts and feelings on beloved heartslabyul LOL. And I think cater and riddle ARE FRIENDS!!!!!!! i think all three of them!!!! are!!!!! FRIENDS!!!!!!!! THEY GET ALONG THEY LOVE EACH OTHER!!!! some people portray riddle as being annoyed with cater or whatever and like , on one hand riddle is annoyed at many things and caycay's kind of a goofball so like yeah to a degree that's true LOL but!!!! BUT!!!!! riddle trusts cater. riddle likes cater!!! if you've read the heartslabyul card stories as many times as i have fjlksjkejs you would KNOW that riddle trusts cater enough to have him and trey at his side constantly and gives them BOTH roles of leading the underclassmen for stuff like preparing for the unbirthday parties!! and when he's having his little meltdowns in book 1, trey and cater were the ones he had kind of on the front lines of ejecting ace or whatever klsjfv they are his trusted boys!!! AND in halloween 2 when cater was missing, riddle said usually he'd get on cater's case for talking too much (lol) but he, along with trey and ace, were 😔😔😔 making the saddest of faces as he said it felt weird to NOT hear cater making his jokes to lighten the mood, and trey ALSO commented on how cater's usually there to smooth things over. cater is a mediator and a morale booster and he is recognized as such!!

plus!!! riddle made a point in his dorm outfit story of helping cater study, as he does with all the heartslabyul boys that are struggling, but in a way cater could understand. he literally made a magicam and used it exclusively to help cater focus better and learn in a way that worked for him. like yea he loses his temper, bc hes Like That, but he ALSO cares. he also tries! he's got his flaws but he's still in spite of those flaws doing what he can to try and understand the people around him and especially his TRUSTED FRIENDS LIKE CATER!!!!

and trey loves cater too!!! they are friends!!! yes yes whatever i read the cater gym story where trey goes "u and me are tight but riddle and i are tighter as his housewarden lol" listen to me. LISTEN TO ME. grabbing u all by the shoulders and shaking you so much LISTENNNNNNNNNNNN. again i get it that it can be fun to explore that further of like "ough he chooses riddle over cater cater is all alone" and like im not the fun police people can do what they want. HOWEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i do not think it was That Deep. like maybe it was, maybe a little bit. but i did not read that as "trey doesnt care about cater" or anything like that. i very much see trey and cater's bond as like easygoing well oiled machine but also with a lot of banter and teasing. trey has said on a home screen line (i wanna say it's his ceremony robes card) that he and cater's friendship just kinda naturally fell into place bc cater's really easy to get along with and trey feels like he can be himself around him [which yes coupled with the line he says in starsending about how he feels like maybe cater's got more personal wishes that maybe he doesnt feel like he can share with Trey Specifically is. painful. LOL] and actually!!! in both their ceremony robes stories they are together and trey is teasing cater i think lol. like in cater's they're doing the guessing game of which dorm each student would get sorted into. theyre playing a game!!! cater's being silly sometimes and treys kinda shaking his head at him for some of his comments, but theyre getting along and are comfortable and it's a lighthearted thing. then in trey's story, theyre panicking about how the roses arent painted how they should be, trey says caters gotta split card and go for it and is like "lol thanks for ur sacrifice ♥", caters like THATS EXHAUSTINGGGGGG and treys like "yea yea ill listen to you complain all you want later". and trey smiles to himself at caters magicam post right after! it's endearing. panic together, solutions together, complaining and teasing but ultimately they work well together! they are friends who get along! trey is kind of a goofy guy but it's not as apparent, but i think we see it a little more especially within heartslabyul and especially with cater. maybe thats part of what he means by feeling like he can be more relaxed and stuff around cay. god theres so much of cater and trey being absolute besties - even grim and lilia have separate lines commenting on how theyre like bffs. grim mentions it in the scalding sands event, something about how it's no surprise that cater invited trey to come on the trip. and lilia in book 5 straight up says [in the engtwst translation] "I'm surprised you didn't invite your partner, Trey." and then i mean yea cater immediately is like "wahhh i DID but hes busy helping riddle he rejected meeee we are rejected buddiessss" and later is like "wahhh riddle stole trey away~!!!" when theyre checking on everything lol. BUT i think a lot of that is like just caycay bein silly and trey not only had other obligations but also was likely not going to want to do a performance thing anyway [trey even says later like 'i told you im bad at song and dance lol'] fsjklejkf like i dont think it's that deep here, i think cay was just havin a goof complaining and wanting to hang with his buddies lol. but my point was lilia basically being like "hey man where is your other half that you are constantly with" BECAUSE THEY ARE FRIENDS!!!

ok. ive. been typing for like an hour or so JKLjfldjsf I AM SO SORRY I LOVE TALKING ABOUT CHARACTERS SO MUCH I CANNOT BE BRIEF ABOUT THESE STUPID PIXEL BOYS!!! THEY MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!! thank u for enabling me 😌

[VIOLENCE QUESTIONS] [if this essay wasnt enough LOL]

#asks #terristre #sorry terr you are in fact the one trapped in here with ME actually #like five times i started typing 'well i THINK it went this way-'#and then just pulled up the game on my phone to fact check bc i knew where all these parts were jklsfjlsj #i was only wrong on one thing - i initially had cay and trey's robe stories swapped #i had the content right i just forgot which story was with whose card #okokok im done now GIRL HELP #if im known for anything on tumblr dot com i would have to guess it is being insufferable about Characters #especially twst characters. especially heartslabyul characters. hhehfehfhhhbhfdhbfhh I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS ABOUT THEM

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paimaniagalaxia · 1 year

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Character Songs Tag

Thank you for tagging me @glitchinginthegarden! :3 thanks!

Game Rules: Choose one of your characters and list song(s) that fit them.

I have a few for Vera, and some for her and Johnny .3. let’s go!

4 for Vera and three for SilverV

Lunar by Mia Asano

(mostly because my V use to play the violin. Sorry no lyrics.)

Miss Jackson by Panic! At The Disco/LOLO

Way down 'til the fire finally dies out You've got 'em wrapped around your finger watch 'em fall down There's something beautiful and tragic in the fallout Let me say it one more time (tragic in the fallout)

Levitating by Dua Lipa

I believe that you're for me, I feel it in our energy I see us written in the stars We can go wherever, so let's do it now or never, baby Nothing's ever, ever too far Glitter in the sky, glitter in our eyes Shining just the way we are I feel like we're forever, every time we get together But whatever, let's get lost on Mars

Wish You’d Make Me Cry by UPSAHL

Can we just forget that we're in love real quick And tell me all 'bout how you want me to change? Don't you hate it when I hate on all your newest kicks? And when I never say I'm wrong Or how I get when we're alone And I am always on my phone I wish that you would tell me off

(SILVERV TIME)

She Keeps Me Up by Nickleback

Funky little monkey, she's a twisted trickster Everybody wants to be the sister's mister Coca-Cola roller-coaster Love her even though I'm not supposed toFunky little monkey, she's a twisted trickster Everybody wants to be the sister's mister Coca-Cola roller-coaster Love her even though I'm not supposed to

Still Into You by Paramore

Recount the night that I first met your mother And on the drive back to my house I told you that, I told you that I loved ya You felt the weight of the world Fall off your shoulder And to your favorite song We sang along to the start of forever

When You’re Gone by Avril Lavigne

When you walk away I count the steps that you take Do you see how much I need you right now?When you're gone The pieces of my heart are missin' you When you're gone The face I came to know is missin', too When you're gone The words I need to hear To always get me through the day And make it okay I miss you

tagging: @gothicrainbowpanda, @netripper, and @miyokovektor or anyone else! Give it a go .3.

#tagged post #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #virtual photography #v #fem!v #female v #oc: vera #vera #johnny silverhand #silverv #song playlist

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iputthediscoindiscourse · 1 year

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I posted 38 times in 2022

That's 38 more posts than 2021!

18 posts created (47%)

20 posts reblogged (53%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@arethousa

@halfheartdead

@the-land-of-women

I tagged 38 of my posts in 2022

#gabe.txt - 33 posts

#discourse - 17 posts

#answered - 12 posts

#anon - 11 posts

#religion - 6 posts

#hate messages - 2 posts

#ask game - 2 posts

#personal - 1 post

#a lot of you need to learn this when i post - 1 post

#marriage - 1 post

Longest Tag: 51 characters

#like it would save you a lot of your anger and shit

My Top Posts in 2022:

Another bi women used lesbianism to shock her parents instead of actually considering what she was attracted to :) and is now going on to suck and fuck and breed with men :)) and now a whole bunch of homophobes plus other lesbians will see this and their doubt about lesbianism will grow deeper :))) larping like a tra because you think lesbianism is a fucking haircut and then pulling right out of it with no apology, go fuck yourself homophobe

As I stated before in the other hate I got, the fact you sent this as an anon proves you are a pathetic coward who needs tons of therapy and help to actually be a functioning human.

Another bi women used lesbianism to shock her parents instead of actually considering what she was attracted to :)

You know when I told my mother I thought I was gay she made it about herself told me she knew i was a lesbian since I was a preteen cause of how I fangirled over Demi Lovato and Taylor Swift. Then admitted to outing me to my father, which explains why he would randomly call me a pervert and a pedophile because to him homosexuality equals pedophilia. Like actually from the time I was 20 to the time I was 23 I literally had no attraction to the male sex at all. Like it was most definitely a trauma response,but like I was a lesbian for like 3 ish years until I did that shroom trip and realized I was in love with a good friend of mine, who happens to be a male. Also fun fact my parents still think I am a lesbian because I haven't talked to them in a few years now sooo.

and is now going on to suck and fuck and breed with men :))

For how much anti-porn radfems say they are this screams like you are a regular porn watcher and adopted the extremely violent language in this media, and use it for people who you do not like. This statement also reduces me to a sex object, which again is antithetical to radical feminism.

and now a whole bunch of homophobes plus other lesbians will see this and their doubt about lesbianism will grow deeper :)))

How does me figuring out my sexuality and gender identity, harm others? You do realize I was in a high control environment until I was about 20 ish and then didn't have really any freedom until I came up to nyc earlier this year right? Like everyone is in the process of growing and finding oneself whether they want to believe it or not. The fact that hate has overcrowded your heart like this, makes me feel sorry for you. The fact you look at the world like this, screams you need some serious help and I hope to God you find it.

larping like a tra because you think lesbianism is a fucking haircut and then pulling right out of it with no apology

how am I like a TRA? Yeah I did have some sex dysphoria was a preteen, teenager and a little bit up til my early 20s, but most of it I worked through on shrooms so, I am just a gender conforming cisgendered bisexual woman. Nothing wrong with that!! Where tf did I say lesbian is a look? I said me being gnc was a cope, I didn't specify why. Which that stems from the fact my parents wanted a son, not a daughter and they bullied me and were rude and cruel to me over my sex, and I thought if I acted more masculine they would love me more. Well that backfired. Pulling out without an apology? what the fuck are you talking about bro?? how is my personal growth have anything to do with others??? Like I wanted to post a cute life update and you people just come for my throat; which proves why I am not the biggest fan of radfems anymore. Most of y'all are hateful bigots with complexes that obscure you from being kind or understanding. Which if you want women's liberation you need to be kind and understanding,which you are neither and I hope to god you find some goddamn peace cause you fucking need it.

go fuck yourself homophobe

How am I homophobic? Like anon you don't know me at all, like now to toot my own horn but there are some bloggers who orbit the same circles as us who know me irl and they will disagree with this statement a lot sooo lol

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sorry about the religious indoctrination get well soon!!!

You know I was raised in a culty environment and escaped it, right anon?

Like my parents literally held me against my will for almost a decade. Like from the time i was 11 to the time I was almost 20, i was watched 24/7, i had no rights or say in anything. Like my mother literally forced me to be affectionate (e.g. hug and kisses type of stuff) to church men or else she would threaten to make me homeless and cause of those incidences I actually cannot handle being in co-ed religious spaces cause of my ptsd. So I mostly hang out at more traditional mosques and shuls, or if it is co-ed and I need/want to go, I just ask a male friend to go with me for protection purposes. My mother also almost made me a childbride, was grooming me for it and tried to set me up with men that I could never be attracted to.

Like yeah religion has traumatized me a lot,but also through studying it in a secular institution, it has made me realize why and how I got into the mess that I was during my childhood. And now I spend my time creating a new type of theology that actually helps out others like myself. Cause honestly I love reading and learning more about how others interact with the divine, and it gives me hope and faith that my children will not suffer like I did.

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also its really frustrating that despite radical feminism being so misportrayed in the mainstream, many people on here wont take 2 seconds to think about what you mean by tradfem and automatically assume the worst caricatured sexist version possible. whereas i hve seen lots of content on here that technically follows under tradfem that centers on women setting standards and boundaries on the men they allow in their lives, refusing sexualization, enjoying traditionally female roles but the ones that are actually valuable work (childrearing, cooking, sewing etc.) not stupid pornified stuff. like does it suck that for centuries women were forced into those roles? duh! but there is also so much valuable female knowledge there, it is a sphere where women worked together and apart from men and i totally get not being interested in it but its sad to see it disregarded just bc of its origins. anyways sorry to rant in your inbox. i just really Felt ur post lol

Exactly!! Like it seems like tradfem seems to be a trigger word to them and it sends the worst to me. Like all I want is a good partner who will take care of me, and a house to turn into a home. Which is like very traditional, you know? I just want to serve the creator, and have a simple life, which shouldn't piss people off but I digress. Like I grew up with a stay at home mother, and that was a hot mess for many many reasons which is why I was very very hyper independent until recently. Like it was a trauma response and honestly I am too mentally ill to be that independent. Like I function better when being take care of by a lover. And honestly I cannot wait for the day I am married and am able to dotted on my future spouse and create a home full of love happiness and laughter with them.

whereas i hve seen lots of content on here that technically follows under tradfem that centers on women setting standards and boundaries on the men they allow in their lives, refusing sexualization, enjoying traditionally female roles but the ones that are actually valuable work (childrearing, cooking, sewing etc.) not stupid pornified stuff.

Like honestly, if you want me to get religious on main. In both Judaism and Islam, there is religious law that basically protects and gives women rights, which in the middle ages and up til recently in human history it was extremely progressive. Like in both religious, if you, the woman, are not sexually satisfied with your husband you can divorce him!! Along with that, in Islam, his money is your money, and he cannot touch your money if you decide to work; Judaism has similar protections. Which is partly why I like dating Jewish or Muslim men cause they seem to treat me better than secular non religious men. But I will say if I am not nearly as religious as them, they can become cunts so it is a double edged sword. But when it comes to like women's work I personally prefer childrearing and cooking way better than other stuff, like i plan to get more college degrees but it is just to give myself more credentials for my writing and cause the thought of being a children's librarian sounds so lovely. Because children's media is a special interest of mine and i love talking/studying it!! Also now that I think of it the fact they instantly think of the pornified shit just proves they are really into black and white thinking and probably have some shit they need to work out tbh.

like does it suck that for centuries women were forced into those roles? duh! but there is also so much valuable female knowledge there, it is a sphere where women worked together and apart from men and i totally get not being interested in it but its sad to see it disregarded just bc of its origins.

Exactly!! Like I would never want anyone to be forced to do anything they didn't want to. Like this world needs all kinds of wonderful personalities and people who specialize in all kinds of different work. Personally I just want to be a role model for children who come from the background I did to show them it gets better. While advocating for better rights for both children and women. Just because I want to be more traditional in my work doesn't make me bad or good. It is just a neutral quality you know. The only reason it so demonized by both males and radfems is because it is gendered as female. Which is straight up sexism imho.

anyways sorry to rant in your inbox. i just really Felt ur post lol

don't be sorry!! I loved reading this and glad someone else feels the same way dear!! Love and power to you <3

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just wanted to say i totally understand where ur coming from and wholeheartedly agree. idk about for you but for me coming to a middle ground has been much more psychologically healthy for me too which is great. sending love

Just wanted to say that I love you anonymous besite!! Honestly I have gotten to the age where idgaf about ideological purity anymore. Like during my late teens and early 20s that shit consumed me like a motherfucker but like now, don't care. Just gonna vibe,live my life and see where it takes me. Like honestly all this push back i am getting from radfems just proves the horseshoe theory on the tradfem to radfem line to be true like once you become so radical either right or left, you become extremely hateful and bigoted and loose all reasoning and rationalizing skills, which is evident by the shit in my mentions.

Like my religion degree actually taught me to question everything like are you truly studying religion if you are not having an existential crisis every once in a while during your studies?? so like if someone said they were tradfem i would not pile hate unto them, I would just keep asking questions to figure out if they are bigoted or not you know?

Also sending love back <33

4 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

wow haven't touched this blog in almost 4 years and I have changed a lot since then. If anyone wants a life update:I graduated with my religion degree,i now live in nyc, and turns out i am actually bisexual and not a lesbian. when it comes to feminism if y'all want me to be honest i am in the middle of radfem and tradfem nowadays. i honestly am pretty traditional when it comes to a lot of certain ideals but I am also pretty radfemy when it comes to others. If anyone wants my contact info or any of my other tumblr blogs slide into my dms and i am happy to share soo lol

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milks-shake-cafe · 1 year

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Come On In! It's Bio Time!

☆ Hi! I'm Rae, I'm 23 years old and I've been self shipping ever since I was really young but have been in the community for almost 4 years!

☆ I go by any pronouns as well! (She/They/He)

☆I'm currently in my final year of college so posting will be slow TwT

☆I'm very quiet in the community and kinda stay in my little bubble, so sorry about that! This also results in spam reblogs sometimes

☆As a disclaimer, I do curse and use all caps a lot without warning so be careful if you're sensitive to those things.

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☆While I have a lot of f/os, I'm completely okay with sharing all of them! Please feel free to gush about them to me or even gush to me about f/os we don't share 💗

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However, the things I listed above are awful, traumarizing events that victims are blamed and even ridiculed for. Even so, I will never understand how one can see a character openly admit to assaulting someone, etc and go "Yeah, I'm gonna kiss that". So no, if any of your f/os fit that criteria, please leave me be or even block my account.

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bimrsadler · 2 years

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REQUEST BESTIE SINCE I'M IN LOVE WITH UR WRITING, DEEPLY IN LOVE

enemies to lovers, nsfw, hate sex with very possessive Arthur? Fem reader if that's okay ❤

Untamed Appetites

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female reader

Word count: 3,411

Warnings/tags: nsft, enemies to lovers, rough sex, hate sex, possessive Arthur, d/s themes, a stupid amount of dirty talk, creampie, basically it’s just real nasty, established consent, smoking

Notes: Thank you so much anon! ❤️ Sorry it took some time, was out of town for a while and wanted to step away for a bit. BUT, this request made me giddy ngl lol. Hope I did it justice!

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It wasn’t unusual for you and Arthur to butt heads. He seemed to have it out for you from the get go, which of course influenced your feelings toward him.

You met the brooding outlaw when the two of you went for the same score. He was territorial and you were determined. When Dutch and Hosea arrived you introduced yourself, courageous and insistent on making a name for yourself in this world, even if it meant risking standing up to the wrong men. But Dutch and Hosea? They liked you. They liked your boldness, and didn’t hide their amusement that you got under Arthur’s skin.

You came from wealth but knew that that wasn’t the life for you, wanting something simpler and free from the restrains of propriety. It was tedious to earn all of the gangs trust but as time went on you more than proved yourself, stealing, scamming, getting down and dirty whenever necessary. As it turned out, you were a natural.

Arthur however, was the only one still hesitant to let you belong. He was kind and respectful to the other women in the gang, why was he different with you? Sarcastic, irritating, distrusting. Anytime you were on a job or trying to go on your own, there he was. Overbearing and insistent that you needed help. Because of this you never held back your feelings, making it clear that you were unafraid to challenge him, even proud to be stubborn.

No it wasn’t unusual for you and Arthur to butt heads, to bicker and fight, but this was different. There he was in your room, face red with anger and yours heated with exasperation. The young man who was there before Arthur burst in had stumbled over his own feet to run away when he saw the menacing figure.

You heard Arthur speak of a rich family traveling through town that could make for a good score, so you took initiative to leave camp first and steal from the young man. Your main motivation was to earn for the gang and continue proving yourself. If it happened to piss Arthur off? All the better.

It was usually a quick ruse and easy when they were drunk, but your target was admittedly charming that night, and you were lonely. Now he was long gone and Arthur Morgan was lecturing you once again.

“The hell were you thinkin’ woman?”

“I was thinkin’ I was gonna get money for the gang. Ya know, what Dutch is always on us for?!”

“Runnin’ off on yer own like that?! It was my score!”

“I am more than capable Arthur and I ain’t gotta keep justifying myself to you. I’m just as good a robber as you or anyone else in this gang.”

“Really? Well did you know they were traveling with protection? Multiple armed men?”

You spoke more quietly now, disappointed in yourself for missing that detail. “No….I didn’t.”

“No. You didn’t.”

“Well everything was goin’ fine til you barged in like a fuckin’ bull!”

“Goin’ fine huh? The hell were you ’bout to do with him when I came in anyway?”

Taken aback, you couldn’t understand why Arthur cared or even brought it up as you stammered. “Wh…what?! What’s it matter to you?”

He continued on as if never having said it at all. “Such a princess too, always actin’ like yer better’n me.” You opened your mouth to protest but he carried on, “why you gotta be so goddamn stubborn all the time? You ain’t invincible.”

“Neither are you!” This time your voice rose enough to slow Arthur down as you took a step toward him, “and what’s your excuse for actin’ like such a brute with me all the time? I see you bein’ kind and helpful with everyone else, Jack and the girls.”

You saw Arthur’s journal hanging out of his satchel. If he was going to get personal, you could too. You quickly snatched it and backed away from him. “I’ve seen you sketchin’ in this. I know you ain’t always hot-headed and nasty so drop the act and just leave me be!”

Arthur backed you into a wall but you stood your ground defiantly. “If I opened this would I find a sketch of me? Or maybe ya write about how I drive you crazy and you just can’t figure out why?”

“Yer crossin’ a line, girl.” His voice was low and authoritative as he closed his forceful hand around your wrist, large presence looming over you. He was right after all and you would never really open it, but the anger had taken over by then and it was time to make a point.

Your voice was quiet now, barely above a whisper. “Why can’t you just goddamn admit that you were worried? That you care?”

Studying Arthur’s face you saw a flicker of softness, realizing that since joining the gang you had unintentionally gotten to know him. The sadness under the anger, the kindness under the cruelty. You bargained with yourself, insisting it was just that you were observational - not invested.

Any gentleness on his face quickly turned cold and calculating. “Why can’t you admit you like gettin’ me to chase after ya?” His nostrils flared as he brought his face closer to yours, eyes glancing briefly down at your lips. “Or that you like bein’ pinned here like this?”

Arthur’s deep, harsh tone flooded your body like a drug, ashamed that it was in your system but unable to deny that you loved the way it made you feel. Not wanting to say no, and fully aware that you were playing with fire.

He breathed heavily while awaiting your reply, so close that the rise of his chest caused it to touch your own, body radiating heat. Though it felt like provoking a wild animal, you wanted to see how far you could push this and gave a wicked smirk. “That’s a lotta words just to say you wanna fuck me.”

Arthur’s eyes darted back and forth as if he was pacing inside of his own head, steely gaze never drifting far from your own. You fought to ignore the embarrassment of your anticipation as you realized you wanted him to take you.

The intimidating man in front of you didn’t disappoint as he roughly grabbed the back of your head to pull you in for a harsh kiss, the other hand still gripping your wrist as you dropped the journal to the floor. He pulled away briefly for the two of you to breath and gauge each other’s reactions. Nothing was said as your eyes met with frantic and unsure movements. Was this really happening? Why did you like this and why did he seem to like it too? But that’s what mattered in the end - you liked it. Clear as day on each other’s faces, you both wanted it. Needed it.

Again your lips met, dizzying and unrelenting. You bit at Arthur’s lower lip and he responded in kind, tongue roaming over yours. Arthur broke the kiss and moved away, eliciting an accidental whimper from you. A wolffish grin spread across his face in response, much to your irritation. “Miss me already princess?”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh don’t worry, you will. Gotta teach ya some patience first though,” his calloused fingers ran up your thigh leaving a trail of goosebumps.

“Well maybe I oughta teach you some manners first?” You pushed him at arms length and raised your eyebrows chidingly.

Arthur was having none of that however and closed the distance quickly as you felt the strength of his hands collide with your chest, ripping the front of your dress open. You gasped, “the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Arthur continued pulling down straps and lace, running his fingertips along the skin he was exposing. “What? You were plannin’ on takin’ these off with someone tonight anyway weren’t you?” Before you could think of a response he pushed closer and growled in your ear, “weren’t you?”

You simply nodded, stripped down to your chemise and overwhelmed with temptation. Arthur’s hand roamed across your stomach as you kissed again, all teeth and tongue. Finding your breast he roughly palmed it, squeezing and pulling at the nipple. You moaned into his mouth as he chuckled. “Yer undressin’ for me now though, ain’tcha?”

Ignoring his attempts to get you rattled you stated, “you better buy me another one.”

“Why? Such a good robber ya can get yer own right?”

His smugness made your blood boil and you ripped open his button up shirt with a ferocity that seemed to surprise him. “There. Now we’re even.”

Arthur grinned as he regained his composure, moving in to nip at your neck and shoulder. You felt his hand move between your legs, fingers gliding surprisingly gentle along your soaked slit. You turned away in embarrassment at the discovery of the obvious arousal he caused.

“None a that now,” he moved you by the chin to face him as he slid two fingers inside, a drawn out whine escaping your lips. “Look how wet you are for me and I barely even touched ya yet. Never thought I’d see the day…” He pumped harder as you squirmed.

“You better make me come then tough guy. Besides, ain’t like I can’t see that hard-on with my name all over it,” you reached out to stroke him through his jeans, Arthur held his breath and closed his eyes. “Bet you touch yourself thinkin’ a me in that lonely tent all night.”

Arthur locked your small wrists behind your back with one powerful hand and fingered you harder with the other, thumb rubbing your swollen clit. “Yer the one ’bout to come all over my fingers darlin’.

And so you were. You let go completely as your body reacted to his touch, squeezing, fluttering, building up. His rugged hand enveloped your mound, adept and possessive. “This belongs to me now, you hear me?”

His bright eyes stared into you with more intensity than you’d seen during any bickering or confrontation. “Yes, fuck…I hear you Arthur.”

“Then yer gonna forget all about that rich boy, and think of me whenever that pretty pussy starts achin’ right?” His grip on your wrists tightened.

You couldn’t stifle the moans Arthur pulled out of you, and that was enough of an answer for him. Your walls contracted around his fingers as you cried the name of the man you thought you hated. “Good girl. Knew you’d be screamin’ my name after I got ya up against the wall.”

Before you had any time to retort he lifted you unceremoniously and carried you over to the bed, dropping you only to begin rutting as your back landed. His breathing was heavy, carnal, hot on your ear. The weight of his body moving on top of you felt like a freight train, pumping to reach its destination.

Dragging your hand down the taut, hair covered muscles of Arthur’s chest, you found your target and fumbled to undo his belt buckle. You stroked his thick length and enjoyed the brief control you had over him. “This is mine now too Mr. Morgan,” you cooed as you ran your fingers through his honey colored locks and pulled his head up by them. “Gonna show me what you can do with it or just keep stallin’?”

He laughed under his breath, “still haven’t learned any patience?”

Yanking the belt it fell to the floor with a thud, remaining clothing following soon after. You couldn’t deny you’d admired his body before but now that you were touching it, it was all you wanted. “Just shut up and fuck me.”

He did as he was told and lined up at your soaked folds, pushing through and opening you as you parted your thighs to let him in further. His attempt to maintain composure faltered with each shuddered breath that slipped past his trembling lips. “Goddamn…that’s it, spread them legs for me sweetheart,” the timbre in his voice spread a wave of heat through your body.

Wrapping your hair in one fist and lifting your leg in the other, you were restrained beneath him as he drilled into you at a relentless pace. It felt as if the sin in the room had weight to it - hot and heavy, it punctuated every sense. The sound of skin on skin, the scent of leather and smoke, the taste of whiskey and sweat, the touch of your fingernails dragging down his wide back, the sight of his weathered face - twisted in pleasure. Arthur engulfed all of you, and you him.

Rising to his haunches he spread you open with a hand on each inner thigh, bucking in and out. You clenched around him to get a reaction and watched as his breath hitched. “Ahh fuck you got quite the grip on me, like ya been waitin’ for it.” He smirked down at you, crooked and cocky. “Bet ya wanna slap me right now huh? Go on…go ahead.” He nodded and motioned with his fingers.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wanted to in the past when he riled you up but this…this was different. It felt alive and electric, a release neither of you knew you wanted. You let your open hand swipe across him, not too hard, but hard enough that it reddened his already sun-kissed cheek.

Arthur of course didn’t flinch and laughed darkly.“You sure are a wild one, gonna have to tame ya I guess.”

Flipping you over suddenly on your hands and knees, he held you down by the back of your neck, cock twitching against your entrance.

“Why you wanna tame me Mr. Morgan? Worried I’m too much for ya?” You swayed your ass teasingly, receiving a low rumble as a reply. “Bet ya wanna spank me right now huh?” You glanced behind you to see Arthur look truly caught off guard for the first time that night. “Go on…go ahead,” you winked.

You felt one hand dig into your hip as the other collided with your pillowy skin, stinging sweetly. You held down your reaction, wanting to keep it from him, to make him work for it. “You call that a spanking, cowboy?”

Arthur’s chest dominated your back as he wrapped his hand around your throat and leaned down to your ear, “what was that princess? Wanna say that again?”

“I said, you call that a spanking? Cowboy?” You made sure the way you called him cowboy sounded as condescending as when he called you princess.

The sting of the next slap and the one immediately after was certainly harsher, realizing the man hadn’t even been using half his strength on you. “Goddamn yer such a brat. I’m gonna make you behave.” His grip on your throat tightened.

“Still waiting for ya to walk the walk,” you choked out tauntingly.

Arthur plunged back into your heat and didn’t hesitate to begin pounding at a bruising pace, fucking you into the mattress and hitting the deepest part of your core. When his hands weren’t clutching your hips with an iron grip, they were landing harsh smacks to your sore ass. The pain only heightened the pleasure and you could no longer keep it in, you didn’t want to.

“Look atcha takin’ my cock like this,” he ground his hips into yours for more depth. “That’s it, take it all,” the way he spoke drove you further into ecstasy. “Sure sounds like you love it.”

“Say the words,” he snarled.

“I love it, I love taking your cock,” you panted out the words as your body shook.

“Such a nasty mouth on ya,” you felt two of Arthur’s large fingers force past your lips and into your mouth, hooking you as he rode. You lightly bit down before sucking. You may have felt ashamed had your brain not been overtaken by lust.

“Rich girl bendin’ over fer a dirty outlaw like me. Love that too don’tcha?”

Nothing before this compared, none of the proper suitors, none of the boring men you barely knew that your family tried to marry you off to. It could be said it was the last nail in the coffin of leaving your old life behind. The wolf inside of you was finally satiated, no longer starving and caged.

“Only I get to take ya like this. Yer mine, and I’m in charge. Ain’t I?”

You hesitated, not wanting to allow him to think he was in charge of you, not in real life anyway. But there you were, under him and at his mercy. He was in charge of you at that moment, and you hated that you loved it. “You’re in charge…fuck, I’m… I’m yours Arthur.”

“Goddamn right,” he barked. “Yer gonna be feelin’ this for a long time,” he placed a flat palm on your back to arch it and used his other to lift your hip higher. You didn’t doubt his statement.

“Ain’t gonna walk right when ya leave here, everyone’s gonna know I did that to ya…”

Your cries filled the room, complimented by Arthur’s husky groans. The passion, the anger, the tension and unbeknownst to you before that night - the lust - all boiling over.

You bucked your hips back to meet his, taking some control. “You just wait til I get you on your back, won’t be talkin’ to me this way then.” You reached underneath your bodies and fondled every part of him you could. “You ain’t as in charge as you think big boy…”

You smiled to yourself as it became evident that the teasing excited Arthur. His hands began shaking, hip movements jerky and uncontrolled. “Darlin’ I’m real close,” his voice was gravely and unsteady. “Gonna come inside ya princess, you want that? Want me to fill you up?”

You were so far beyond caring that any consequence was the last thing on your mind and inexplicably, you wanted every part of him and anything he could give you.

“Yes Arthur, please fill me up,” you keened.

“Oh such a filthy girl, yer even beggin’ for it.” You felt his thrusts become shallow and frantic, “gonna feel me drippin’ down yer leg and yer gonna love it.”

Filthy. You certainly felt it.

“Christ…I’m comin’ sweetheart…” Arthur’s panting and grunts rumbled behind you as you felt the heat of his seed empty out inside of you. His jolting thrusts continued long after he finished, causing it to spill out and coat your thighs.

The fat of your backside where his previous slaps landed were suddenly soothed by a much gentler, massaging touch as he pulled out. Not unwelcome, but still left you feeling conflicted. Rocked and shaken, you collapsed beside each other, unsure of what to say or how to say it. Arthur lit a cigarette and offered you one as well to which you declined, already struggling to catch your breath.

In a quieter and softer voice Arthur stated with a laugh, “yer one hell of a woman.”

“That a good or a bad thing?”

“Good I ’spose. Just been too much of a bastard to realize it.”

Your heart thumped in your throat, nerves aflame as your head raced to interpret what that meant.

“Well, you certainly can be a bastard.” Suddenly it felt harder to continue the banter that usually came naturally, “but I ain’t been the easiest to be around either…” Arthur simply hummed as he took a drag on his cigarette. “I wouldn’t have read your journal, you know…”

“I know…” he whispered. You looked over to see the softness return to his face, not easing your anxiety. “So uh, should I get dressed and leave then?”

You briefly considered this, wondering if it would be easier. To keep the bed to yourself and avoid everything that might come next, but you found yourself still lonely, still wanting company. Even Arthur’s. Maybe especially Arthur’s, much to your dismay.

“Can stay if ya want, but don’t be hogging the sheets.”

Arthur scoffed, “no promises.”

“Hmm. Besides, I told you I’m gonna get ya on your back. We’ll see who’s beggin’ then.”

Arthur rose on his elbows to put his cigarette out before shifting above you. “What was it you told me earlier princess?” He languidly dragged his thumb across your lower lip, “oh yeah, still waiting for ya to walk the walk.”

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frogtanii · 3 years

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iwaizumi was... overwhelmed, to say the least.

the past few days had been such a whirlwind of change that hajime could barely properly process, much less appropriately react to it all, so he behaved much like a zombie, saying yes when prompted, signing papers when told, and packing up what was his entire life for the past 11 months.

wow. iwaizumi collapsed on his bed as he scanned his now barren bedroom. he’d been here for almost a year and yet, all his belongings were in boxes within a couple of days.

hajime couldn’t keep the disbelieving chuckle from escaping his chest as he leaned back on his bed, dark brown eyes trained on the ceiling.

it felt like he’d spent such a large chunk of his life trapped in this house, under the foot of the woman who he thought he’d marry but in reality, he’d been in little leagues longer than he’d been in love.

iwaizumi scoffed and rolled his eyes. yeah, “in love”. it’d been about a week since his whole life started to unravel and he had hardly seen, let alone spoken to meiko throughout that entire time.

over text, she’d sworn up and down that she loved and cared about him but as she passed by him packing his things a few days ago, she’d barely spared him a second glance.

hajime wasn’t going to lie. it hurt. he’d opened his heart up to her, something he didn’t do easily, and she’d taken his trust and used it to twist him into her weapon.

he always believed he was stronger than this — he’d never forget his mother telling him so when he was younger. he had fallen and scraped his knee yet he refused to cry to keep from upsetting his mom. iwaizumi existed to live up to what his mother thought of him but here he was, completely enveloped in meiko’s shit, doing her dirty work and following her bidding like some mutt.

god, toorū was right. he really was her bitch.

“i could hear you thinking from down the hall, iwa-chan.” speak of the devil...

oikawa stood at his doorway, leaning against the frame with a posture that seemed relaxed at first glance but if you looked a little closer, you’d notice the tenseness in his shoulders and the tightness of his smile.

hajime quickly sat up on his bed before motioning for his old friend to enter. “uh, yeah,” he began, his voice cracking a little from disuse, “i have a lot to think about.”

the light haired brunette let out an understanding hum before wandering into the room, sharp observant eyes darting to look at all the empty walls. “looks like you’re all packed.”

“pretty much,” iwaizumi nodded before the room fell into an awkward silence, the two childhood friends completely avoiding one another’s eyes.

“look, i-“

“iwa-chan, i’m-“

they both paused for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound carrying into the hall and throughout the house.

hajime wiped a few stray tears from his eyes, shaking his head at their awkwardness. “you first, shittykawa.”

toorū gasped in halfhearted mock offense before quickly sobering up, training iwaizumi with a completely serious look. “i’m sorry and before you go on some bullshit, self sacrificing rant, you’re not the only one to blame for what happened to our friendship.”

he sighed while making his way to iwaizumi’s bed, sitting down gently beside him. “i should’ve known better, okay? i shouldn’t have let my jealousy and insecurities get in between us but i guess i got swept up in the attention, yknow? meiko is actually charming when she wants to be.”

iwaizumi nodded in agreement, knowing all too well how compelling meiko could be. the room fell into a more comfortable silence as both boys escaped into their thoughts, questions about the future of their friendship flitting throughout their minds.

“oh!” oikawa was pulled out of his own head at hajime’s exclamation, his eyes moving to observe his friend dig through his pockets to procure a thick white envelope. “here. i’d like you to give this yn.”

all toorū could do was nod, his brain short circuiting at the sight of iwaizumi’s apparent kindness to the woman he tormented for so long. “uh, what’s in it?” he ventured to ask, his soft hands toying with the sealed envelope flap.

a soft chuckle came from across the bed. “don’t be so nosy toorū, just give it to her, yeah?” oikawa rolled his eyes but obliged, the bed creaking as he stood to his feet.

“so... this is it, huh?” it was like the reality of the situation was just now sinking in — they hadn’t been close in a while but iwaizumi was still his best friend and he wasn’t quite ready to let him go.

they’d been through so much together, practically growing up together and now, they’d only see each other on holidays, if even then, and then he’d never be invited to hajime’s wedding as his best man as they’d planned and he also wouldn’t be the coolest uncle/godfather of iwa’s children and—

“fuck no,” hajime scoffed with a bright grin on his face. “thought you were gonna annoy me til the end of time shittykawa. don’t tell me you’re quitting your job now.”

the hidden meaning behind iwaizumi’s words brought tears to oikawa’s eyes and before he could stop himself, he launched his body into iwa’s arms. hajime hesitated, his hands stuttering at toorū’s sides as though he’d forgotten how to hug but the feeling passed, his arms winding around his friend’s lithe waist.

“‘m gonna miss you hajime,” oikawa’s voice came out as a broken whimper, his arms tightening around his shoulders.

iwaizumi hummed instead of responding, too afraid of his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. they stood there for a moment but the honk of the moving truck outside signaled the both of them of their limited time.

hurriedly, oikawa wiped the tears off his cheeks before waving awkwardly at iwaizumi as he left the room with a friendly, “don’t be a stranger.”

and then he was gone.

toorū finally allowed himself to collapse into sobs on his best friends empty bed, his palms pressing into his eyes as he sat there and just let himself feel.

apparently, he wasn’t crying very quietly because it took only a few moments for you to find him, your soft footsteps alerting him to your presence. oikawa scrambled to wipe away what he knew was an unattractive mixture of tears and snot as you got closer.

you were one of the last people he wanted to see him like this.

“hey,” you whispered, standing a few feet away from him. “um, i know this is probably a bad time but i just wanted to thank you for apologizing? back at the awards show?”

toorū sniffed as he looked up at you with confusion written on his face. “what? you shouldn’t thank me for apologizing. ‘s common courtesy.”

you laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “well, not always. so, thank you.” finished with your piece and not too keen on lingering where you weren’t wanted, you moved towards the door but were swiftly stopped before you got there.

“um, here. it’s from iwa-chan.” you gaped at the thick envelope oikawa was handing you before taking it and opening it, a low curse falling from your lips.

inside the package was a dense wad of cash, more money than you’d seen in months. accompanied with it was a letter, written in beautifully loopy handwriting.

you shut it quickly before oikawa could see, stuffing the envelope deep within your pocket where you could access it alone in the depths of your room.

“do you wanna come eat? last i heard, bokuto and tsumu were doing a cooking competition and i’m sure it’ll be fun to watch.” you were severely thrown off by the money and letter but you were determined to show toorū that you’d accepted his apology and were on your way to making amends.

he gave you a shy nod and trailed behind you to the kitchen, the loud sounds of fire and screaming coming from down the hall. you wanted to focus on the fun and merriment but the envelope was practically burning a hole in your pocket.

later that night, you finally got the chance to open the letter and read it, your former manager’s words bringing tears to your eyes.

dear yn,

i’m probably the last person you expected to hear from. you probably didn’t want to hear from me at all if i’m being honest and i don’t blame you. i know there is nothing i can say that could make up for what i’ve done to you but i’d like to try.

i’m sorry. those words don’t nearly express in and of themselves how truly remorseful i am but they needed to be said. there’s no excuse for how i treated you — not meiko, not my stress, absolutely nothing.

you deserved my common decency and respect and i didn’t give that to you. instead, i abused my position and made your life hell. i’ll never forgive myself for that.

uh, i bet you’re wondering what the money is? i promise i’m not trying to pay you off, it’s just all the money i’ve denied you since you moved here. i have a lot of wrongs to right and this is one of them.

sorry, i’m not very good with words but i just wanted you to know that i’m very sorry for everything that i’ve done. and i’m in no place to make demands or anything but i just wanted to ask if you’d keep an eye on oikawa for me.

he’s strong but he’s also vulnerable. he might be a pain in my ass but he’s my best friend and since i can’t keep him from drowning, i was wondering if you’d do that - not for me but for him.

anyways, this letter is shit but i suppose you get the gist. use the money for whatever you want and if you’re as unselfish as i’ve heard, you don’t owe me anything. you don’t owe me money, kindness, or forgiveness.

take care of yourself,

iwaizumi hajime

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so... this is it

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peachsayshi · 2 years

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Chapter 19 - Date

Summary: Gojo takes you out on a date.

A/N: (18+ / minors and ageless blogs dni) - this chapter is kind of long, I am sorry - I hope it isn’t all over the place. please note, I have never visited Japan so I loosely based the location off of images I saw of Tokyo Dome City lol. I also wanted to give @rosenkow a shoutout for helping me out with this chapter! <3 if you need reference on the necklace scene, check out Chapter 15 - Unrequited.

TAGS: somnophilia (mentioned/consensual), light smut, fluffy fluff and maybe a pinch of angst.

“I’m sorry, you let this man violate you with a lollipop?!”

You clutched the phone tighter against your ear, your eyes darting around to ensure that the strangers passing by you on the street weren’t listening in on the detailed conversation you were having with your best friend.

“Seriously? You’re going to shame me?” you whispered, “I distinctly remember you telling me, in vivid detail might I add, how you licked chocolate off your ex’s body after your first date….”

“Yeah but chocolate is different, everyone knows it’s perfect for sex. Besides, I make candies for a living and lollipops just cross a line for me…”

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it…”

Rina laughed, “I can’t believe that white haired string bean is turning my best friend into such a lewd person…”

“Ha-ha,” you mocked, “Can I please continue to the important part of the story?”

“You mean him using the lollipop as a makeshift dildo wasn’t the important part?”

Your face grew hot and you couldn’t help but cover your mouth as a shy giggle escaped you.

“Stop making me laugh! This is supposed to be a serious conversation…”

“Okay, okay…I just have one more question…”

“What is it?”

“Sooo, you know how he has white hair, right?”

“Actually, I take that back. I don’t like where this question is going…”

“I’m just dying to know if the carpets match the drapes…”

“And you say that I’m the one that’s obscene!”

“Well? Is his hair white…down there, too?”

You pressed your lips together, shaking your head disapprovingly. You felt like a gossiping schoolgirl but you couldn’t remember the last time you were this giddy over somebody. You quickly side stepped around a person who walked in front of you to avoid them as you turned the corner.

“Yes,” you answered into the phone, “and he’s quite particular about maintenence…”

“Fascinating…” Rina teased but did little to hide her amusement. “So, in between the two of you fucking like rabbits, Gojo confessed his feelings for you?”

Your heart thumped in your chest.

“Yes he did,” you confirmed.

“And then he asked you out on a date?”

“Mhmm…”

“Which was last night?”

Your body lit up like a firecracker thinking about the past twenty four hours.

“Last night…” you murmured, biting your bottom lip subconsciously as you brought your index finger to hook around the necklace you were wearing. “I was a nervous wreck all week leading up to it! Meanwhile, Satoru was fine because he always acts like everything is normal between us…I hate that he does that so easily…”

“Come on, how is this any different from what you both have been doing? In case you forgot, the two of you weren’t behaving platonically when I found out about your arrangement…”

“Trust me, it is…” you insisted, pausing in front of a cafe before opening the door and making your way inside. “I don’t even know what’s wrong with me…I’ve not been able to get him out of my mind. Whenever he calls or texts me, it takes an excruciating amount of effort on my part to act like…”

“Act like you aren’t completely smitten by him?”

You froze hearing Rina’s question, a chill running up your spine.

“I’m…I’m not smitten!”, you rebutted defensively, stumbling over your own denial. “I’m just…there is a lot for me to process about this situation, okay?”

“Uh-huh…”

“It’s one thing when we both agreed that we weren’t going to get emotionally involved and now…”

“And now you are! Clearly on some level you are attracted to him…”

You swallowed the chance to confirm what your best friend said.

“Can you believe that this was his first real date? If that’s the case then why did he ask me out? You only date somebody to get to know them and we already know everything about each other. Ugh, he’s so blasè about this stuff that l can’t make sense of it…”

“I think you’re focusing way to hard on trying to make sense of everything instead of facing how you feel…”

“Hold on…” you interrupted, tilting the phone away as you made eye contact with the barista. “Can I get an iced matcha to go, please?”

The barista nodded her head, cashing up your order as you returned to the conversation.

“You were saying?”

“I was saying…” Rina continued, and you could hear the sound of the television flickering in background. “…that I hate to defend him but give the guy some credit. He’s obviously doing all this for you.”

“Me?!”

“Yes, Ms. Hopeless Romantic, YOU. He asked you out on a date because that’s something that you want. You like to be wooed!”

“I do not like to be wooed…” you pouted, swirling your beverage in your hand as you watched the cubes of ice clink inside the plastic cup.

“Come on...Haru pulled out all the big guns when you both were together. Spontaneous getaways, those crazy elaborate floral arrangements, fancy dinner dates…and Gojo knows that. He saw it all firsthand!”

“Yeah, but I’m not…I’m not asking Satoru to do any of this for me…”

“I know you’re not and Gojo doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who cares about this stuff but…” Rina paused, taking a minute to consider her words. “I think he’s trying to show you that he’s serious…”

“Serious…” you repeated, your whole body trembling with anticipation at thought of Satoru being anything other than your friend.

“He told me he doesn’t want me rushing into anything,” you spoke softly, goosebumps raising up your arm as you recounted your kiss goodbye this morning. “He wants me to take my time…”

“I actually think that’s pretty nice of him.”

You hummed, “he just knows all the right things to say, it seems…”

“So, how did your date go?”

“It was…” you started, your voice trailing as you took a sip of your drink. You bit back a smile as you pushed the door to leave the cafe and making your way back down the busy street.

“It was perfect.”

Rina switched off her television to give you her undivided attention, the distracting noise surrounding her suddenly shifting to silence.

“Start from the beginning, and don’t leave out any of the details.”

***

You wanted to kill Satoru for being vague about tonight’s dress code. He gave you absolutely no indication on where he was planning on taking you, but asked that you dress “nice” for the evening.

You gave yourself a good once over before exiting your apartment. After sifting through multiple outfit styles, you decided to wear a pair of denim jeans with a strappy top tucked in and slipped on a jacket just in case it was cold. You opted for comfort by wearing a pair of sneakers then accessorized with a small leather bag and some jewelry. You had fun playing with your make up and styling your hair, but hoped that this was enough for whatever surprises Satoru had in store for you.

When you greeted him at the entrance of your apartment, you were taken aback by your friend leaning against the frame of the door dressed in a white shirt and sleek black slacks. You parted your lips, unintentionally glancing down to his shiny loafers before shifting your focus back to your own outfit.

“Uh, I’ll go change...” you blurted without even saying a proper hello, before turning on your heel to avoid showing your embarrassment.

Satoru looped his arm around waist, tugging you into him as he spun you back around.

“And why would you that?” he teased with a smile, lowering his shades down the bridge of his nose while stroking the small of your back. “You look really nice! I’ve never seen you in this top, did somebody go shopping?”

The man was incredibly observant but you weren’t going to admit that you did in fact treat yourself to some new clothes because you wanted to wear something special tonight.

“Oh, this ol’ thing? I had it stuffed in the back of my closet...” you lied, “but I should really change into something more appropriate...”

“I didn’t get the chance to go home before seeing you. This is a spare shirt I had around in my office. I changed into this after I finished up with my students before heading over here...” he reassured with a grin. “Trust me, you’re fine.”

“I don’t know if this constitutes as “nice” though...”

Satoru laughed under his breath, “you look good in anything you wear.”

“You sure you’re not talking about yourself?” you replied, raising your eyebrow in his direction.

“Well, you know, that’s a given...”

You laughed, a sense of relief washing over you from his casual tone.

“You’re still not going to tell me what the plan for tonight is?”

Satoru released you from his hold, stepping aside as he watched you lock up your front door. Your friend cheekily shook his head, “And spoil the surprise? Where is the fun in that?”

The sun was starting to set, greeting the early evening as you both walked side by side down the street to head over to the train station.

“You were playing baseball with your students?” you asked as Satoru relayed the events of his morning to you.

He chuckled, “I wasn’t playing, I was the umpire...”

“It’s all the same…”

“They deserve to live these carefree moments. Some people take their age for granted but they shouldn’t…”

“I like hearing you talk about your students it reminds me that you actually love what you do.”

Satoru tilted his head down in your direction and brushed his arm against you.

“What makes you think I don’t care about my students?”

“Nothing, actually,” you replied truthfully, a little spark lighting between your fingers when you felt his knuckles graze over yours before quietly diminishing as he swiftly moved his hand back into his pocket.

You cleared your throat, “as a matter of fact, every time you talk about them your whole face lights up in a different way. It’s kind of cute...”

When you looked up at your friend, you saw him flash you an adorable pose just to confirm your compliment. You responded with a casual eye roll but even you couldn’t hide back your smile.

“I’m a nice guy, you know? Of course I care about them! We are molding the next generation of sorcerers and we need to foster them to be stronger and more intelligent...otherwise...” he explained, his words trailing off as his mind began to wander.

You nudged him politely, hoping he would at least continue his statement.

“Otherwise?”

“Otherwise they’ll be stuck in the same shitty system that doesn’t care about them.”

You nodded your head, learning not to push Gojo into giving you the full loaf whenever he spares a few crumbs about his life. However, you could gauge from his statement that things didn’t seem so easy for those who possess such unique powers.

“Satoru, why can’t I see curses?”

Your friend brought his thumb and index finger to his chin, pondering your question to try and formulate a palatable answer.

“Cursed energy,” he began to say, “is born from negative human emotions, like anger or grief. All of us possess some level of cursed energy because we all experience these very emotions. However, it’s rare to possess a higher level of this energy but some people do which is why they are able to see curses. That’s usually all it takes to be considered a sorcerer...”

“Interesting...”

“However, non-sorcerers can still be cursed, and under extreme circumstances when their lives are threatened, they can even see them...”

“That’s...terrifying to think about…” you replied, “…but you said that humans can still be cursed. Doesn’t that mean we should be able to see them even then?”

“Not necessarily, it manifests as different symptoms. They can alter your dreams or take a hold of your body and burden you like dead weight - you wouldn’t really have an explanation as to what is going on in those cases...a possession, almost…kind of like the ones that you see in scary movies, but not as obvious…”

“That doesn’t sound pleasant at all. Have…have you ever seen any curses around me?”

Satoru shook his head seriously, “do you think I would let anything have the chance of getting close to you?”

He reached his fingers to pinch your cheek, easing the subject to distract you from the grim truth about his world.

“You’re going to ruin my make up...” you grumbled, falling for his little maneuver as you tried release yourself from his hold.

“There are so many other ways I would go about ruining your make up which is a lot more fun...” he replied with a sinful smirk.

The two of you arrived at the station and you still had no idea what to expect from tonight’s date.

Satoru, surprisingly, maintained some form of distance with you. He wasn’t his usual touchy self, which you thought was a little interesting considering the conditions around tonight’s particular outing. His unconcerned demeanor made it feel less like a date and more like another hang out.

“Well, here we are!” he announced, when you finally reached your destination.

Tokyo Dome City.

Parting your lips in surprise, you were caught off guard that Satoru brought you to one of the busiest tourist spots in the city. You were even more surprised by where you were standing inside one of the buildings. You knitted your brows in confusion before glancing over towards your friend.

“Satoru, this is the entrance to the bowling center…”

“Yep!”

“You decided to take me bowling on our first date?”

“Yes, I did!” your friend replied, before placing his hand directly on your back and navigating you right inside.

***

“Wait a minute,” Rina interrupted. “You hate bowling...”

“Yep.”

“I thought he was going to wine and dine you at some fancy Michelin restaurant...”

“Believe it or not, I was expecting something completely over the top myself...”

“Right? An all out ridiculous experience that only a person with his kind of money can buy...”

“Like, put me in a helicopter and take me to another city kind of first date-” you egged on, dramatizing Rina’s words just for fun.

“Exactly! I can’t believe he took you bowling,” she laughed under her breath, “You are a complete disaster when it comes to throwing balls at pins...”

“You think I don’t know that?”

“I’m sure he had a good reason for it...”

“He said these exact words,” you explained, “ ‘I'm Satoru Gojo and I always guarantee a fun time’ ”

***

Two floors made up the facility of the bowling alley. One section was more casual, housing a few arcade games and a large kiosk where a man was selling massive plushies and trinkets. The second floor was tailored specifically for the partying crowd, where it had a full fledged lounge and bar for anyone who wanted to partake in drinking while playing their rounds.

You both opted for the casual ambience, trading in your shoes for some bowling sneakers before heading over to your designated lane.

You looked up at the screen to find that Satoru had funnily registered your name as “Loser” while he smugly chose the title of “Winner”.

“What a way to make a girl feel special…” you mocked, flashing him a disinterested expression before picking which ball you would like to roll.

“I’m just calling it like I see it,” he replied with a shrug. “You’re up!”

You slid your two middle fingers and thumb into the holes. You approached the end of the lane, taking a second to breathe deep and using all the concentration you had to swing your arm back and release the ball from your grasp. The neon sphere slid speedily across the lane for about one second before shifting straight towards the gutter, resulting in the scoreboard to light up with a massive zero.

“Is it possible that your skills have somehow gotten worse since we did this last?” Gojo teased, his expressive eyes hidden behind the safety of his sunglasses.

“If you keep making fun of me I’ll aim the ball at you next time...”

“If what I just saw gives me any indication on the likelihood of you making your shot then I don’t think I’m too worried...”

“You little shi-”

You paused feeling Gojo stand close behind you, bringing his mouth down to your ear before whispering smoothly, “watch the master at work, will you, dear?”

You folded your arms across your chest, pursing your lips as your friend effortlessly bowled a perfect strike. A burst of graphic confetti covered the scores, a badly animated celebratory cartoon coming through with the word “STRIKE” radiating obnoxiously on the screen.

“See, easy peasy...”

“Life is easy peasy when it comes to you. We aren’t all blessed with the gift of being good at everything…” you grumbled, “Did you bring me here just to watch me fail miserably?”

“No, I brought you here because I want you to have a good time.”

“Oh, yes, doing the one thing I am absolutely horrible at.”

“Maybe it’s how you’re approaching it…” your friend dissected. “Use a little more force when you roll the ball...”

When your turn came next, you picked up a highlighter pink ball, one which was a little bit heavier then the previous one you used. You approached your lane, thankful that your jeans were comfortable enough to maneuver in and proceeded to throw with a little more conviction.

The ball slipped out of your hand, bouncing loudly across the lane before rolling straight into the gutter. You winced from the sound, covering your face with your hands then splitting your fingers enough just to see a zero flash across the score board again.

Two arms wrapped around you from behind, Satoru’s chest vibrating lightly against your back from how hard he was laughing. You turned yourself around to bury your face in chest, gripping onto the fabric of his shirt as you groaned.

“That was embarrassing.”

“No, that was hilarious!”

Your stomach twisted in a knot but when you looked up to meet the eyes of your friend, you found yourself releasing the tension from how gentle his gaze was.

“I don’t think there’s any way to improve from here...” you sighed, uncurling your fingers from his shirt as you took a step back.

“Maybe try a different technique...” Satoru advised, “think outside the box....”

“Outside the box, how?”

“I don’t know, get creative...” he replied, watching as you reached for the ball that appeared through the conveyer belt.

You made your way back to the lane, fiddling with the pink sphere in your hand as you caressed the smooth surface. You thought about your options before delicately placing the ball on the floor in front of you.

Satoru furrowed his brows, observing you drop your hands down to gently push the ball across the surface of the floor.

You stared at the way it whirled slowly down the lane, veering slightly to the right and making you narrow you eyes as you anticipated it to slide into the gutter. The ball was moving closer and closer with each second, hovering just between the lines until you heard a clink. Your eyes widened with surprise as you watched the last pin in the corner gently fall down.

“Oh my god!” you squealed, jumping up and down excitedly before turning towards Satoru who was looking at you with sheer delight. “Did you see that?!”

He nodded his head, grinning from ear to ear as he slowly clapped his hands.

“People will remember this day, a truly historic moment! I think I might actually cry...” he playfully acted, pretending to wipe the tears from his eyes as you almost skipped towards his direction.

“That NEVER happens!” you shrieked, lowering your voice only when you noticed the couple in the next lane over giving you both a weird stare.

“Maybe you were always meant to approach this game a little bit differently,” Satoru mused, lowering his glasses as he gave you knowing look but the expression on your face made his heart swell, and he knew for a fact that he made the right decision bringing you here tonight.

***

You were laughing.

Genuinely laughing.

Rina couldn’t remember the last time she heard an authentic reaction from you. Even during moments when you were at your happiest, there was always a cloud that hovered above you, shading your usual light. She blamed Haru for the depressive episodes you’ve been suffering with. She thought about what Gojo confessed after revealing the truth to her, no longer questioning his intentions when she learned that your friend held you in a higher regard above everything and everyone else.

Even with everything surrounding your unusual date, Gojo managed to make it an entirely a positive experience for your sake. He had no hidden tricks in romancing you but you were still swooning and sighing with every anecdote you shared.

He made the evening effortless by focusing on you alone.

You relayed the events in great detail, explaining how you played not one but three rounds of bowling with him. You joked how the both of you looked like utter fools in the alley creating your own moves until the manager had to politely come over and ask you to stop after Satoru pulled, what you dubbed as, “The Spinning Ballerina Shot”.

In the end, Rina was surprised by your enthusiasm and even applauded you for being able to score some decent points. You weren’t even bothered that Gojo kicked your butt by obtaining near perfect scores. Nor did you care that he deliberately failed to shoot a strike each time just to even the playing field.

After you both had your fill of knocking down pins, you grabbed dinner at one of the restaurants in the area and indulged in some delicious burgers. However, Rina noted the way you drifted over details of the conversation you shared with the sorcerer, keeping those private for yourself.

She did not want to admit that Gojo was a genius for planning out your evening like this. He took all your expectations and squashed it with his foot proving, in his own way, that no matter what the circumstances were he was completely capable of making you smile. All your nerves and anxieties dissipated around him and Rina knew that he was purposefully doing that to remind you that you can let your guard down, which is why she was concerned that you were still left in the dark.

“I’m going to tell her everything myself,” Gojo’s words echoed in her mind, “When I find the right opportunity, I’ll tell her the truth. All I ask is you give me that chance.”

***

You and Satoru stepped into the orange carriage of the Big O Ferris Wheel - one of the more popular attractions at Tokyo Dome City. The centerless wheel was lit up by white lights that glowed against the night sky, its majestic presence overseeing the entire scope of the urban scene around you.

“I prefer being somewhere crowded when I am with you. There’s less of a chance that somebody could point us out when you’re a part of the herd,” he explained, emphasizing how he was always taking precautions when you both are together.

When the operator shut the door, you suddenly became aware of how small the space inside the carriage actually is. Satoru’s legs took up most of the room, leaving you to slot your own between his like a puzzle piece. You both were seated on opposite sides, knees bumping from the close proximity as the sorcerer leaned forward to rest his arms casually over his thighs.

He spread his fingers across your own leg, stroking you softly with his thumb as he studied your distracted expression. You were staring out the window, watching as the wheel began to turn and pull you both away from entrance.

You took in the design of the beams and bars supporting the massive structure, the crowd at the entrance line dissipating until you both were surrounded by sky and city lights. You sighed comfortably in the silence, subconsciously moving in to rest one of your elbows on Satoru’s knee as the carriage lifted higher. You could now see the view of the Tokyo Dome Stadium, including the other fun rides placed across the amusement park. Cars were whizzing by the grid of the streets and buildings were glowing from the lights lit within, reminding you of the vibrant lives that existed everywhere you looked around.

“She’s quite beautiful tonight, don’t you think?” you asked.

Satoru smiled to himself, seeing how oblivious you were to the fact that while you were absorbing the sights around you and he was just admiring you.

“Breathtakingly so…”

You returned to meet his stare, your body pulsing upon realizing that he was directing those words to you and not the city scene.

“Smooth move, mister…” you replied, hoping to play off your reaction in a cool manner but the way he smirked proved that he could see right through the facade.

The hand on your leg shifted to where your elbow was resting, grazing up your forearm until Satoru’s slender fingers were interlaced in your own.

“I’m being serious,” he reiterated sincerely, “I haven’t been able to catch mine since we’ve met.”

Those words hooked into your lungs, making it impossible for you to inhale. Everything around you blurred until the only thing you could clearly see was the handsome man before you, whose hand gently squeezed your own while your bodies inched even closer together.

You swallowed hard, trying your best to ignore the way the beat of your heart rang in your own ears. You gently touched your forehead to his, softening your gaze as you parted your lips with a reply but realized that he left you speechless. The tips of your nose bumped, your lips brushing over his own as you reached your free hand to cup his sharp jaw.

“You haven’t kissed me today…” you whispered.

“Hmm, no I have not…”

You responded with a tiny peck, “Can I ask why?”

He captured your lips for another before speaking, “Your body tells me one thing, but I can’t read your mind. I have no idea what you’re thinking, especially now…”

You hummed into another kiss.

“I’m thinking,” you murmured into his lips, “that I am having a wonderful time with you…”

“Yeah?”

You nodded your head, “I’m thinking about how incredibly troublesome you’re going to be for me…”

He smiled against your mouth, “in a good way?”

Another kiss silenced you both, only this time it lingered.

“The best way possible…” you confirmed. “It’s just…”

“Yes?”

“I’m eventually going to have to ask the hard questions and I’m…a little scared to hear the answers. We’re both so different with our expectations…”

Satoru released you from his hold, moving to cup your face in his hands as he pulled you away.

“There is something I want to give you.”

You blinked a few times, caught off guard by his interjection.

He lifted his hips from his seat, crouching awkwardly as he positioned himself right next to you. One of his arms draped over your shoulder, while his other hand reached inside the pocket of his pants.

“On the night of your 24th birthday, I overheard Haru talking to Rina about how he forgot to buy you a gift. Some bullshit excuse about how he was too busy or something…” he proceeded to share, “… you want to know what thought crossed my mind in that moment?”

“W-What?”

“That this selfish bastard was the center of your world but you were only ever a blimp on his radar. He thrived off your attention but couldn’t give you an ounce in return. I never liked that…”

You wanted to protest out of defense but you were interrupted when you noticed him pull out something from his pocket.

“Those earrings that you loved to wear, the ones that you don’t put on anymore because of him…” he exhaled, biting his bottom lip nervously before continuing, “I bought you those earrings after you told me of their sentiment. You have no idea how hard it was to find that exact pair. Anyway, I gave it to him because I couldn’t stand the thought of seeing you hurt on your birthday. Told him to pretend that it came from his hand, that I wouldn’t say anything because I thought…well, I didn’t expect you both to break up…”

“Satoru…” you gasped, your eyes flickering to the box in his hands that he opened to reveal a necklace inside.

“I loved seeing you wear them, even if you didn’t know they were from me but your smile was worth it…” he admitted, “turn around.”

Satoru removed the necklace from the box, and you recognized that it matched with the earrings he was talking about. You turned your back towards him, allowing him to delicately clasp the necklace around you, the chain hanging like a loose choker with the pendant dangling just above the tips of you collar bones.

You were mindful of your chest rising and falling as the warmth raised up the nape of your neck where you felt Satoru kiss you. Your stomach turned at the memories of you wearing those very earrings in question around your friend, gushing over a man who didn’t even gift them to you in the first place. You felt his arms wrap around your waist before bringing your own to cross over the comfort of his embrace.

“Whenever you’re ready to ask your questions, I’ll be here with the answers...” he reassured, “You don’t have to remind me how different we are. I just...I just need to know where you stand with him, and...with me...”

Do you still love Haru?

For the first time in three years, the thought made your stomach turn.

You twirled in your seat, your arms circling around Satoru’s neck as you pulled him into your lips. Neglecting any thoughts from crossing your mind and dwelling on complications that could potentially damper the night. Instead you focused on your impulse which is to kiss him - kiss him for everything he meant to you: for his friendship, for his care, for his support, for his protection...

Your heart was calling out to somebody else and you were allowing the roots of your desire to string through each valve. You poured your emotions while tasting him, bringing one hand to catch the strands of his hair while the other gripped the collar of his shirt and wrinkling the crisp fabric. You felt him groan as held you from behind, his other hand trailing up your neck to hold you in place as he returned the kiss.

“Let’s leave,” you whispered in between breaths, “I want...I want to show you just how much I appreciate everything you did. I think...it’s long overdue...”

After the ride, the two of you stepped off the ferris wheel hand in hand in a complete daze. The only thought crossing your mind was how desperately you wanted to be alone with him. You could feel the crackling energy sparking between you both, conscious that you were stepping on the brink of a blossoming romance that had the potential of spiraling you down a black hole with nowhere to escape.

***

“Why didn’t you tell me about the earrings?” you questioned, prompting Rina to stiffen in place as she pondered her reply. “I thought we don’t keep secrets from each other...”

“I didn’t foresee Haru breaking your heart either,” she replied, “Besides, it wasn’t my secret to tell. I wasn’t about to complicate your friendship with Gojo over nothing…”

You sloshed the leftover matcha in your cup, noticing that the ice has almost fully melted.

“I guess you’re right,” you agreed, “I’m glad he told me himself.”

“Did...did he say anything else?” Rina pushed.

“No, we wound up back at my place...”

***

You were naked in bed, stripped of all your clothes except for the necklace you had on. Satoru’s shirt hand been unbuttoned, allowing you to feel the chiseled muscle of his torso as you pushed against his clothed length with your needy cunt. The two of you were completely flustered, charged with excitement as your hands and bodies writhed together, yearning for the other person as if your sanity depended on it. Just as his hand moved to reach between your legs, a vibration caught you off guard.

“Please tell me that’s your phone and not some secret hidden power that your penis can do...” you exhaled, tugging away from his swollen lips as you watched him furrow his brows in irritation.

He pulled out the device, answering it while still proceeding to drag his finger between your pussy and making you shiver on top of him.

“This better be important,” he grunted in to the phone, noticing the glistening strands of your arousal catch between his digits.

He clicked his teeth, allowing his face to fall in disappointment. “Fuck, fine. There’s no need to be so dramatic, I’m on my way...”

“Nooo...” you pouted as he ended the call, holding his face in your hands as you kissed him on the corner of his mouth. “Not tonight, don’t go...”

Satoru pushed himself upright, holding you in a straddle position as he stroked your thighs. Your pleading eyes could break his will, but unfortunately he didn’t exactly have the choice to negate his responsibilities.

“I’ll try to make it back later...” he sighed, placing the sweetest kisses on your neck.

You bit back a smile, your arms hugging him as he held you close.

“I’ll wait for you and if I fall asleep...” you teased, your hands moving to button his shirt as you kissed his temple. “...then I’ll let you think of some creative ways to wake me up...”

Satoru laughed under his breath, “my, my...you really want to give me that responsibility?”

“I trust you, without question...”

Satoru hummed as he kissed you again, reaching for your hands as you fastened the last button. He got himself together, swiping the spare key to your apartment with the promise that he had every intention on finishing the night with you.

In between as you waited, you thought you would gift your date a little surprise in return.

You dug out the earrings you had hidden in your drawers. You wore the entire set, admiring the delicate details in the mirror before reaching for your phone as you slipped back in between the sheets. You lifted the phone above you, adjusting the camera before snapping a shot of your bare chest, your pinky finger nestled between your teeth and hiding the seductive look in your eyes by tilting your face away to reveal the earring you were wearing.

Haru had taken enough of your happy memories.

You were reclaiming this one for yourself.

You sent the picture to Gojo before leaving the message:

You: it looks perfect x

The night you woke up Satoru’s mouth slurping against your very wet cunt, his fingers pumping back and forth as he roused you from your deep slumber.

“There you are, angel. My girl’s a heavy sleeper - you came twice before I managed to get your attention...” he cooed, moaning as he returned to pleasure your clit.

One arm flew overhead to grip the comfort of the pillow, the other threading through he roots of his hair as your hips arched and rolled against him.

“You...ahhh...” you moaned, pinching your lids together as you shivered from the sensation of his tongue on you. “You c-came back...”

“Mmmm...” he hummed, pulling his fingers out as he began to trail his lips up your lower abdomen. “I told you I would and after that photo you sent…”

He nearly growled upon saying those words, “let’s just say I couldn’t bring myself to leave you alone.”

You woke up the next morning tangled in each other after a long night of making love. Satoru cradled you in his arms, and you learned that your friend was quite clingy when he fell asleep. He was peaceful and quiet, completely contrasting everything about his awakened state. However, there were moments as you slept when you could feel him tighten his grip around you with enough strength to wake you up. At first you were surprised by the sudden response, noticing the strain on his face until he finally relaxed when giving himself the affirmation that you were still safely next to him.

When will you let me in?, you thought to yourself before placing a chaste kiss on his nose.

***

“Maybe I am smitten, it’s kind of hard not to be...” you concluded, “I can see why people fall head over heels for him. I just...I can’t bring myself to put my heart on the line when he still keeps me at an arm’s length. I don’t think it’s worth it if we can’t see each other as equals...”

Rina nodded her head, “Yes. I agree.”

“You...you do? You don’t have any comments or comebacks about how I’m stupid getting involved with yet another fuck boy?”

Your friend chuckled, “Well, I definitely think he holds the fuck boy card...just not when he’s with you. You should hear yourself when you talk about him and honestly...I think the two of you might actually be good together.”

You froze in the middle of the road.

“You...You do?”

“Yes, I do but...”

“Of course, there’s a but...” you grumbled.

“Wait a second, hear me out before you get defensive,” your best friend lectured. “But...this isn’t going to work unless the two of you are completely honest with each other. Before you decide to fall for him, please take that into consideration...”

“I will-”

“The last thing I need is for you to get hurt again...”

You turned to walk in the opposite direction, distracted by the conversation at hand that you didn’t recognize the body that collided into you.

Everything happened in slow motion, with the man’s belly pushing into the plastic cup and you tripping over yourself as you tipped it straight onto the white material of his shirt. The cold tea pooled around his abdomen, covering his top in a bright green as you squealed loudly into the phone.

“Oh! Oh! I’m so sorry!” You blurted, “Rina, I need to call you back...”

“Wait, what just happened?”

“I’ll call you back!” you panicked, before hanging up the phone and staring guilty at the stain.

“I’m so, so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention! Your shirt, oh god...uhm...I’m sure there must be a shop somewhere close by, I can definitely buy a replacement...I should have kept an eye on where I was walking, I didn’t even hear your footsteps behind me, I'm sorr-”

“If I had a coin for every time you spilled something on my shirt, I would be a rich man...”

That voice.

You recognized that voice.

Honeyed like liquid gold. the words channeled straight through your ear, fuzzing your mind as your body went completely still. You couldn’t even feel the gentle wind brush across your skin, going numb as you flickered your attention to meet the person’s gaze, hoping that you would be met with a different face.

Sparks of amber radiated from those hazel eyes, reflecting off the sun and highlighting the smile that spread across the man’s lips.

Those very lips that confessed their love to you time and time gain.

“Haru...” you announced in shock.

“(y/n),” he calmly replied, your grasp easing around the the plastic cup as you lost yourself in his aura, only snapping back to reality when you heard it roll on the concrete ground under you. “...it’s nice to see you.”

***

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CHAPTER 20: HARU

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sincerelyella · 3 years

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My Person (Liam x MC)

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Song Inspiration: My Person by Spencer Crandall

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella) Summary: A one shot of my favorite couple - it’s Liam and Ella’s anniversary and there are big plans in store.

A/N: Okay, I’m gonna be very honest, I am super nervous about posting again. I wrote this maybe last week and kind of finished it earlier today. Thank you to those that I vented to about actually posting my stories, not sure why I feel really sick right now. New blog name (used to be @callmeellabella), new post LOL and I didn’t really know who to tag since it’s been a long time so I’m using my old list. Please let me know if you want off.

A/N2: Participating in @wackydrabbles this week. Prompt will be in bold.

Thank you @alyssalauren and @ofpixelsandscribbles for reading through this for me and kind of handing me that invisible paper bag for me to breathe in. Love y'all!

Warnings: Fluffs. A lot of fluffs.

Words: 1658

Isaiah and Noelle grinned as they filmed their parents in the seat in front of them, holding hands. After 15 years of marriage, Liam and Ella were the epitome of the best partners to each other and parents to their children. There were rough times, of course, you can’t escape those, but the King and Queen handled things in stride.

Noelle’s eyes filled with tears when she watched her dad lift her mom’s hand to his mouth and kiss her knuckles. The way he looked at Ella, like she was the only woman in the world, made Noelle have very high standards for a future partner for herself.

Isaiah grew up knowing how you were supposed to treat a woman, and it was all modeled from how his dad treated his mom. At 15 years old, he grew up in the public eye, but thankfully, his parents allowed him to have a normal childhood. The only time there was mention of royalty was a gala or a ball held at the palace; his Uncle Leo, Max, and Drake as well as his Aunt Olivia and parents all dressed up.

It was their parent’s anniversary that day and Liam had planned a family dinner, just the four of them.

One week ago

“Hey guys,” Liam smiled as he watched his kids sitting at the kitchen island doing homework.

“Hey, dad.” “Hi, daddy.”

Liam hung his keys on the wall by the door and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Next week is mine and your mother’s anniversary.”

Noelle and Isaiah stopped what they were doing and met their father’s gaze.

“I … was hoping you could help me with something,” his brows rounded as he stared at them.

“Sure, what did you need?” Noelle asked.

Isaiah chewed his bottom lip. “No pranks though, right dad?”

Liam chuckled, remembering that anniversary and how it went … so wrong. “No, son. No pranks. Plus, your Uncle Maxwell is not invited until later.”

Present-day

“Guys, we’re here,” Liam turned to Noelle and Isaiah and widened his eyes at them, the two nodding back with small smiles. Ella missed the entire silent exchange as she climbed out of the black SUV after Bastien opened her door.

Everyone piled into the restaurant, all of them laughed and cried as the kids asked for a cake to be presented to their parents to celebrate their special day.

“How beautiful,” Ella wiped her tears away as she gazed at the red velvet bundt cake covered in cream cheese frosting. “Was this your doing?” She turned to her husband as he smiled.

“No, love, that was them,” he gestured towards Noelle and Isaiah.

“Thank you,” she used a tissue to dab at both her eyes.

“Fifteen years is a long time to be married, ma,” Isaiah dimpled as he looked from his mom to his dad. “Now hurry up and eat it so that we can have a piece!”

The family laughed and dug into the cake. An hour later, they slowly stood from the table, grumbling about how full they were.

“Oh God, why didn’t you stop me?” Isaiah smacked his sister in the arm.

Noelle glared at her brother and punched him in the arm. “It’s not my fault you ate like you never saw food before.”

“Why did you say that?” Isaiah whined.

Liam and Ella walked behind their children, smirking at each other.

“They’re so dramatic,” Ella snorted.

“Wonder who they got that from?” Liam arched a brow at his wife.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Your Majesty.”

“Love,” Liam waited until she turned to look at him. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Where? What is it?”

“Come on,” he tugged on her hand and led her out of the restaurant and into the waiting SUV.

“Where are we going?”

“Ma, just wait, we’ll get there in a minute,” Noelle giggled in the back seat.

“You guys know too?” Ella looked from her son to her daughter and back again. “Liam?”

“Just relax, love, we’ll be there soon,” he squeezed her hand and laughed as her nose wrinkled in annoyance.

A few minutes later, Bastien turned into a small, private area for vehicles to park. “We’re here,” he said and turned to smirk at Ella. “Your Majesty, we’re going to blindfold you.”

“You’re … what?!”

Isaiah cackled as he leaned forward to wrap a scarf around his mother’s eyes.

“That’s blocking my nose,” Ella complained. “I can’t breathe.”

“You can breathe out of your mouth.”

“Isaiah Alexander,” she said sternly and he jumped.

“Sorry mom,” he mumbled as he fixed the scarf so it only covered her eyes.

“Okay,” Liam opened the door to her side of the SUV. “Come on, love, I’m carrying you to our destination.”

Ella let out a long sigh and reached up to feel her husband’s neck. She allowed him to carry her bridal style to … wherever they were going. When her family got like this it was usually because of her husband, who loved to take her places to surprise her. She didn’t mind, honestly, but it was annoying when everyone was in on it except for her.

“We’re almost there, love, I promise,” she felt Liam kiss the top of her head and she snuggled into his shoulder.

“Hey, I got a picture from Uncle Max!” Noelle opened the message and gasped.

Isaiah reached for his sister’s phone. “Is it another picture of him and his peacock Lady and the Tramping some spaghetti?”

Everyone began to laugh.

“I can’t believe that damn thing didn’t peck his eye out,” Ella snorted.

“That thing still scares the crap out of me,” Noelle said as her fingers flew over the keys.

“We’re here,” Liam smiled as he began to step down onto the large rocks towards the private beach.

“Don’t drop me, Liam,” Ella said as she lifted her nose to the air. “I smell the ocean.” She felt her husband lower her to the ground. “What now? I’m still wearing this.”

A moment of silence and some giggling in the distance made Ella furrow her brows.

“Okay, take off the scarf, love.”

Ella quickly undid the knot and opened her eyes; she faced the ocean. “Liam, what-”

“Turn around.”

As she did, she saw her husband on one knee, her children behind him in the distance carrying an old 1989 boombox, the song My Person by Spencer Crandall playing.

I was lookin' for a long time

I never found nobody like you

I got your name, got your number

And we talked 'til they turned on the lights

“A boombox?”

Liam smirked. “You made me watch Sixteen Candles.”

“Oh yeah,” she chuckled. “Liam,” Ella had tears streaming down her face and she wiped them away quickly. “Wh-what is this?”

He took hold of her free hand and ran his thumb over her knuckles. “Love, it’s our fifteenth wedding anniversary. We married that long ago.”

She nodded, the lump on her throat making it difficult for her to speak.

“But we were together before that,” he smiled up at her. “I met you and I was done for, I haven't looked at anyone else since. You came to my social season, I chose you, we were engaged for a year, and then here we are.”

My person

My heartbeat

My slow dance

My Sunday-morning-sippin'-on-coffee in bed

My know-when-you-know best friend

“You’re my person,” Liam bit his bottom lip to control his emotions. “You and the kids are my everything, and you know I’d give all this up for you if you asked.”

“We don’t want that though!” Noelle yelled and they all laughed.

“Ella Brooks Rys, I wanted to ask you if you would remarry me,” he reached into his pocket, pulled out a black velvet box, and opened it. “Renew our vows and our commitment to each other.”

The box held three rings, an emerald-shaped, 6-carat diamond solitaire in the middle, and one plain platinum band on each side of it. One was engraved with Isaiah Alexander and the other with Noelle Marie.

“Of course,” Ella choked out as Liam smiled and the kids jumped up and down.

My saving grace, my everything

I’ve never been more sure that you’re my person

Every minute is a long time

If I ain’t holding on to you

Liam pushed all three rings onto her finger. “You ready, Mrs. Rys?”

“I am, Mr. Rys,” she pulled her husband to her and captured his lips in a passionate kiss.

“Ew, gross!” “Stop! This is not part of the plan!”

“Congratulations!”

Ella was surprised by that last one and turned towards the sound. All of their friends and family were there on the beach, smiling at them.

“What are-”

“You guys are renewing your vows!” Leo hollered and lifted a bottle of champagne in the air. “Let’s get this going so we can get druuuunk!”

“Leo!” Liam snapped at his brother.

“I mean, I’m ready when you are.”

Hana and Olivia rushed towards Ella and hugged her. “Were you surprised?”

“I was,” Ella sniffled. “You guys all knew?”

“Yup!”

“My little blossom! You are so beautiful! Let me see the rings!”

Ella gave Max her left hand.

“Whatever you do, don’t let Beaumont touch it. I’m sure he’s got lasagna all under his fingernails,” Drake chuckled as he approached the group.

“Hey marshmallow,” Ella turned to hug him. “And you guys had lasagna without me?”

Liam laughed and put an arm around Noelle and Isaiah. “You guys ready?”

They both nodded.

“I’m ready to marry your mother again,” they all laughed as Ella put her arm around Isaiah. “Let’s go!”

My saving grace, my everything

I've never been more sure that you're my person

Yeah, baby, you're my person

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galactic-magick · 3 years

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As Long As I’m With You: Agnes/Agatha Harkness x Reader

Request: Hi, can you please do where Agnes (a villain) saves fem reader's life because she has feelings for her? In the end they end up together // also took some ideas from this request

Summary: You’re accused of witchcraft in your village, and a mysterious beautiful witch comes to your aid.

Words: 2200+

Warnings: fem reader, Agatha is low key evil so she hurts some people, a swear word, reader has an angsty past

Author’s Notes: This can be read as either a standalone fic or as a prequel to my other fic “Spell Practice.” I took quite a lot of creative liberty with this, hopefully that’s alright. Also disclaimer I am in no way a history expert so even though this is set in like the 1500s-1600s it’s probably very inaccurate, but it’s fanfic so anything goes right?

Taglist: @nyx-aira @midnight-lestrange @thestrangeundoing @thegayances @sleep-deprived-athlete @dr-robotnik-said-hella @fallingfor-fics @p-nymph @thelanawinterrs @sunproud (if your tag didn’t work it might be bc your blog isn’t searchable so make sure that’s on so you’re notified of future fics!)

You had no idea how much your life would change when you left your house that day.

It started out with a simple run to the market and the garden to get what you needed for supper that night, a job that almost always falls to you. You don’t necessarily mind getting away from your family and talking to some people in town, but it’s clear that your family doesn’t want you in the house as much as possible either.

It’s gotten to the point where they’re just looking for a reason to get rid of you. You’re a disappointment, after all. You refuse to marry in order to help your family’s status, even though you’ve gotten a couple offers. You counter your parent’s rules and ideas every chance you get, no matter how much they tell you you’re crazy. They belittle you constantly, saying your dreams are worth nothing and you’ll have to be dependent on them forever if you never submit to the role in society you’re supposed to.

Obviously bullying you out of their lives wasn’t working, so they’ve moved on to spreading rumors about you and setting you up for crimes. None have worked yet, of course, but every day you fear they’ll get too close.

Until you get burned at the stake, though, they’ve given you basically every responsibility of the house. You do all the shopping, cooking, and farming, as well as taking care of your younger siblings. You wonder what they’d do without you, despite how much they seem to want you gone.

As you’re buying a few crops and eggs from your neighbors, you swear you see something move. You turn around and see a little boy floating in the air, screaming.

You drop everything in your arms and reach up to him, trying to grab him and help him down, but he keeps flailing, and his screams start to feel directed at you.

“Hey! It’s okay! Let me help you!” you hold your hand up, speaking as calmly as you can. “I’m not going to hurt you,”

“WITCH!” a man yells as he sees you. “SHE’S A WITCH!”

Everyone around turns and watches you.

“No! No! I’m not the one doing this! I’m trying to help!”

“Let him down and maybe we’ll wait to kill you til tomorrow!” someone else demands.

A couple people march towards you to grab you, and all you can think to do is start running.

You race out of the center of town into the trees, and about five men chase after you. You keep going until it feels like your legs are going to give out and you can barely breathe, but they keep coming.

“Please! Please stop! It wasn’t me I swear!” you cry. “I don’t know what was happening!”

“Shut up, girl,” one grunts. “Your father always said there was something wrong with you, makes sense that you’re a witch!”

“What’s so wrong about witches?” a female voice calls.

You and the men spin around, trying to figure out where it came from.

Before you can blink there’s purple smoke surrounding you, and the men are thrown against the trees. They’re knocked unconscious instantly, but you remain standing and untouched.

“Who are you?” you ask, your voice quivering.

“Don’t be afraid, my dear,” the smoke starts to fade and you can make out her silhouette, then eventually her face. “I’m here to help you,”

She’s beautiful. You’ve never seen someone that immediately feels so friendly, so different in all the best ways.

“It’s alright to stare, I know I’m quite a sight,” she laughs. “I’m Agatha,”

“I’m Y/N,”

“Ah, yes, I’m pretty sure I’ve heard of you,” she smiles. “Everyone in the village can barely stand you,”

“Thanks…?” you’re not sure how to respond, especially after all that just happened. “Wait, if you live in my village, why have I never seen you? And how come you’ve never gotten caught using magic?”

“Memory spells, of course,” she shrugs. “Now, let’s get you somewhere safe, alright?”

You nod, and she wraps an arm around you. She takes you deep into the forest until you reach a small house, the glimmer of the fire peering through the windows.

You settle down on a chair while she makes some tea and food. She offers you a blanket and hands you the cup and plate, sitting down across from you.

“So how long have you been practicing magic?” she asks.

“Oh…I…well actually I don’t know how to use any magic,”

“Really? Why were the witch hunters after you then?”

“I was set up, I think,” you say. “There was a little boy floating in the air, and since I was near him they thought it was me. But I wasn’t doing anything,”

“Well,” Agatha sips her tea. “Sometimes magic can manifest itself subconsciously. Maybe you were doing it but didn’t realize it. It’s quite common,”

“But…how would I have magical powers? I’ve never learned it from anywhere,”

“Some people are just born with the gift,” she grins.

You exhale, thinking over what she said. Could it be true? You’ve been a witch all your life without even knowing it?

That night, Agatha conjures another bed for you to sleep in. But even though she made it as comfortable as she possibly could, you can’t get a wink of sleep.

You lift off the blanket and wrap it tightly around you, getting up slowly and quietly. You walk outside and sit against a tree, looking up at the stars.

You’re sure your family has heard the news by now. Their disappointment of a daughter is finally gone, accused of witchcraft. It seems that the foreseeable future will be spent with Agatha, the only safe person you have.

You wonder just how much she already knows about you. She mentioned she’s heard people gossiping about you all the time in town, yet she still saved you after hearing all those negative things.

Why is that?

“Can’t sleep?”

You jump at her voice, and she chuckles a bit at your reaction.

“Sorry,” you sigh. “I just have a lot to think about from today, I guess,”

“No worries,” she sits down beside you. “So do I,”

“Agatha,” you say. “Why did you save me?”

“Us witches have to stick together. I saw you were in trouble, so I saved you,”

“But you knew, didn’t you? You’ve known I was a witch long before this, didn’t you?”

“I had my suspicions,” she agrees. “Whenever I heard people talk about you, I figured you weren’t like everyone else. But I didn’t know for sure until today,”

“I wish you had taken me before,” you huff, a few tears falling down your cheeks. “It’s been so bad, Agatha, feeling worthless just because you’re different, everyone hates you…”

She pulls you into her shoulder, letting you cry into it, “I know, dear, I know,”

It takes you a while to come to terms with your potential powers, but as soon as you’re ready Agatha begins to teach you how to use them. You spend your days studying her spell books and practicing simple spells, most of which you fail at.

She encourages you as much as possible, explaining to you that magic is not something you can learn overnight, sometimes not even over years. She tells you that she’s actually thousands of years old (a surprise to you due to her stunning looks) and she’s been practicing for much of that time, and there’s still some spells she hasn’t mastered.

Your impatience still gets the better of you most days, though. You can’t imagine waiting several centuries to get something to work, if you get it to work at all.

One day you’re sitting at the table, trying out a simple transfiguration spell. You wave your hand repeatedly at a potato, hoping to turn it into an apple. It doesn’t even wobble, not even a single spark, but you’ve been sitting here for hours and don’t want to give up just yet.

You nearly fall asleep from exhaustion when all of a sudden it happens. It works.

There’s an apple in front of you. Not a potato, an apple.

“Holy shit!” you scream. “Agatha! I did it!”

You run over to her and point at your small accomplishment.

“Look at you go, darling!” she smiles, hugging you. “At this rate you’ll be changing rocks into cats before you’re 200!”

You laugh, “Oh come on, this is literally just one of the beginner spells,”

“So what? That’s where everybody starts,”

You break out in giddy excitement again, jumping up and down a bit and looking back and forth just to make sure your creation is still there.

Without thinking, you kiss Agatha quickly on the lips.

She stares at you, mouth open.

Before you can apologize, she grabs your face and kisses you hard. She’s everything you’d imagined and more, soft and warm but with a spark you can’t ignore.

When you finally break apart, her hands linger, brushing across your features and in your hair, “I’ve been waiting to do that,”

Things change after that, but in only the best ways.

Agatha isn’t just your mentor anymore, the only friend who came to your aid.

She’s your everything now, a soulmate, your home.

You tell her all about your life, and she tells you all about hers. As she has significantly more stories to tell, you’ll fall asleep many nights to her whispering all the legends she lived through that no one else knows are true.

She makes you laugh every day, and makes sure you always know how much she cares about you. There’s only so much you can do in your hidden home in the woods, but with magic the possibilities are endless and she’s never short of romantic ideas.

Tonight you find yourself lying your head in her lap while she plays with your hair, close to the fire so you can watch the little shows she creates with the flames.

“What about love?” you ask.

“What about it?”

“Out of all the stories you’ve told me, you’ve never mentioned being in love before,”

“Well,” she sighs. “That’s because I haven’t been,”

“Why not?”

“It’s just never appealed to me,” she says. “Until I met you,”

“Oh,” you grin, looking up at her.

She leans down to kiss you, but you’re broken apart by a loud noise outside.

You shoot up, looking at Agatha in pure panic. Your heart races as the noise gets louder and louder, eventually leading to shouting and knocks at the door.

“WE FOUND YOU!” a booming voice yells.

“Aggie?” you whisper. Everything crumbles around you. Your perfect, happy life, now about to be stolen from you. You have no idea how they found you, if you are about to be dead, if you’ll be able to defend yourself at all.

She kisses you and stands up, “Stay here. I’ll take care of it,”

With a fling of her fingers the door flies open, and the torches the townspeople are holding are burnt out. She smirks, purple smoke covering the area as she goes through them one by one, some just throwing to the side and others suffering a painful death.

She turns their own weapons against them, their own people against them, and makes them regret everything they’ve ever done.

When she returns to you, you’re still in so much shock and panic you couldn’t tell exactly what she was doing.

“Did you…kill all of them?”

“They got what they deserved for threatening us,” she says nonchalantly. “But we’re not safe here anymore. It’s time to find somewhere new,”

“Okay,” you nod as she pulls you against her. “As long as I’m with you,”

“I’ll always protect you, even when you learn enough to protect yourself,” she kisses your forehead. “Always and forever,”

APPROXIMATELY FOUR CENTURIES LATER

“I’m back, darling!” Agatha calls, shutting the door behind her.

“How’d it go?” you run to her, grabbing her hands.

“Splendid, that poor Wanda already loves her new neighbor!”

“Wow,” you giggle. “You know I must say, this whole living in a sitcom thing isn’t that bad, you look gorgeous in that 50s dress,”

“Oh darling, somehow after all this time you still flatter me,” she pretends to fan herself. “I have to go back over real quick, alright? Gotta give her this spicy magazine,” she holds her hand up in the air and magically forms one in her grasp.

“Ah! Be sure to get some ideas to use on me when you get back,” she laugh.

“Oh I will honey,” she winks, kissing you before going out the door.

You settle on the couch, looking around at your home. Out of all the places you’ve moved to together, this was by far the weirdest. There’s no color, and everyone besides you and Agatha and Wanda are under some kind of mind control.

You never imagined that day all those years ago would bring you here, spending your life with a beautiful witch and being her partner in all things, even sinister ones. But you wouldn’t have it any other way, and you know this strange town will only bring you more opportunities to practice your magic and help Agatha with her plans.

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curvynerdfan · 3 years

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Danny Zuko would never

Hey y’all! I am so sorry I haven’t posted in so long. Life drug me down into a routine of chaos to be quite honest. I can’t remember if this was inspired by a request or not so I apologize if I have forgotten to tag you.

Jax x Reader

Friends to Lovers, Sandy level makeover

Warnings: cursing, mentions of addiction

Y/N was having a blast! Her and Gemma decided to drive into San Jose to shop for new clothes. Y/N worked with a non-profit medical assistance center in the pediatrics wing. She was off for the next four days and tomorrow was the Charming Fall Festival. Gemma had been really struggling lately, with her and Clay’s breakup and worrying about Jax now that he was President.

Y/N was so happy Gemma asked her to join in on the shopping trip. The club mom had a habit of pushing the young nurse out of her comfort zone. Y/N was almost always in scrubs, jeans and oversized clothes. Not that it was a bad wardrobe, it worked for her purposes. But Y/N wanted to be daring and dress up a bit. Honestly she just wanted to catch Jax’s eye. Maybe even have a Sandra Dee at the Summer Carnival moment.

Gemma said that Jax and Y/N were a pair of idiots, perfect for each other. Neither one realized they were interested in each other. No matter how much the people around them pointed it out the two remained oblivious. So when Y/N told Gemma that she was ready to do something bold, Gemma was over the moon with excitement.

Y/N had never been the one to go over the top. Especially with her looks, but at this point she didn’t know what else to do to get Jax’s attention. She had money to burn and was ready to up her wardrobe. Gemma said if she wanted to get the title of Old Lady that they were gonna go all out.

Y/N was suddenly very grateful that Jax insisted on sending Tig and Happy with them because she was not going to want to drive after the day Gemma planned out. Tig as Gemma’s go-to bodyguard and Happy as Y/N’s, all piled up into a Teller-Morrow rental.

Gemma said that meant Jax already thought of her as his Old Lady, “Sending an enforcer, only happens for the President’s girl.”

“Then why doesn’t he ask me out or claim me as his, huh? If he really thought that way then he’d do something!” Y/N protested

“He cares for you and sent Happy! Make him step up and prove himself.” Gemma lectured.

Tig chimed in, “Sorry hun, Gem is right. Sgt. at Arms never gets sent with a random chick for a girls day, no matter how good a friend she is.”

Happy let out a resounding hum in affirmation. Y/N gawked at the first shop they pulled up to at Gemma’s demand. It was a very nice vintage clothing and accessory store.

“I’ll buy you the first ten pieces of jewelry you find that fit a president’s Old Lady.” Gemma paused to laugh at Y/N’s shocked expression, “Move it or lose it sweet cheeks, offer ends in thirty minutes!”

Y/N squealed and grabbed Happy’s arm tugging him along. While he was a man of few words, Y/N had a knack for deciphering his gruff responses and gestures. She knew he’d be great at helping her pick out some goodies. She’d hold a pair of earrings up to her face or model a chunky bracelet and depending on Happy’s response she’d add it to her basket or throw it away.

By the time she met Gemma and Tig at the register she had collected a skull ring, a chain belt, crow studded earrings, a crescent moon necklace, a crow skull ring, an obsidian oval faced ring, a snake necklace, a pair of silver hoops, diamond stud earrings, and black dangle earrings. Gemma pried over the basket in judgement before giving a sharp nod and motioning Y/N to hand the items to the cashier.

Y/N was happy to see that Gemma had found a few items to purchase for herself as well. While they were checking out Y/N saw several studded belts, a new mirror for her vanity, some vintage ashtrays and a gorgeous green glass vase. Gemma demanded that the boys load the car with her new purchases and locked arms with Y/N before strutting out of the shop.

Next was a gigantic department store. Gemma dragged her through the store and repeatedly threw clothes at Happy and Tig to carry to a dressing room. By the time Gemma was done each woman had fifty or so items to try on and there were even a few things for the men to try on as well.

They would all try on a complete outfit, step outside of the room, do a little spin or strut(stand and pout in Happy’s case), receive critiques or hype and then repeat. The boys ran out quickly and ended up lounging on a couch and offering opinions when asked. Gemma told Y/N that the goal was sophisticated grunge. She still wasn’t sure she understood, but she did feel very hot in everything they decided to buy.

Next was shoes.Y/N decided to only buy four pairs and let everyone have a say. Happy found Y/N the best pair of riding boots for women, Tig picked out some dagger-like heels, Gemma picked a pair of knee high heeled boots and Y/N picked white sneakers that matched the ones she bought Jax a few years ago.

Last stop was a nail salon. Gemma sent Y/N straight to the back room to get waxed. When Y/N gave her a look and squawked at her, Gemma just twirled her finger and said to “do what needs to be done”. When Y/N stumbled back out of the room, Gemma had a mimosa waiting for her.

Y/N couldn’t commit to long nails or a dark color due to her job but it was still nice to be pampered after such a long and challenging day. While getting their nails done, the girls talked through what Y/N should wear the next night for the carnival. The three pros of MC life gave Y/N a few pointers on how to own being an old lady. This still made Y/N scoff and worry that everyone was wrong.

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The carnival was finally here and Jax was excited for some much needed time off with his family and friends. Gemma wanted to watch Abel for the night. This meant he could really relax and let loose tonight. No worries about staying out too late for his little man or limiting his alcohol or weed. It was gonna be great.

At least, til he saw Y/N walking up, “What the hell are you wearing?”

Y/N looked different, that’s for sure. She knew she didn’t look bad though. She had on a tight black wrap-around long-sleeve crop top, ripped jeans with fishnets underneath and the white sneakers she picked out. She even threw on some of the goodies that Gemma bought her. She cinched her waist in with the chain belt, the crow studs and skull ring added to the alure. Her hair was curled and she did her makeup, highlighting her sparkling eyes with black eyeliner and her plump lips with a deep red lipstick.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked, holding back remorse for dressing up.

“You look like a, shit, who are you dressed up for?” Jax questioned.

“Why does it have to be for someone? Can’t I look hot without it being for someone,” Y/N put a hand on her hip, beginning to get pissed.

“You look like you’re trying to lock a member down! Got your eyes set on one of the guys huh? You’ve been hanging around Happy a lot lately, trying to be his old lady?” He prodded.

“Dammit Jax! I had my eyes set on you but I guess I can’t be your old lady unless I am pining desperately for you to rescue me! Maybe I need a stalker or some form of addiction for you to realize I like you” Y/N screamed, stomping off.

Y/N knew that was uncalled for but her anger got the better of her but not even Danny Zuko would pull this kind of douche move. It definitely wasn’t going the way she thought it would. While she didn’t necessarily believe the others when they said Jax was interested, it hurt that he was so offended by her looks. Her eyes began to sting as she pondered why she even considered making a move.

Jax lost his breath when Y/N yelled at him. He quickly got it back when a ringed had slammed into the back of his head. When he whipped his head around he saw a pissed off Gemma staring him down.

“Remember how you sent Happy and Tig with us yesterday? She spent the entire buying stuff because she wanted to look like an old lady. She did that for you. We all encouraged her because everyone here sees how y’all feel about each other except the two of you. If you don’t wanna be with her, cut it off now and stay at the table. But if you want her to be your old lady like we know you do, you better chase after her.”, his mom said, matter-of-factly.

Jax stared at her with his mouth open. He was still in shock. He always saw Y/N as his but didn’t think she would want to be with him. When she left for college, he thought he lost his chance. She came back and he was with Wendy. She dated some uppity guys here and there, he assumed that was her type and she was ready to settle down. So when Tara decided to stay in Charming and he saw Y/N out on another date, he chose to go back to Tara.

To think that he and Y/N could have been together for years now was making his head run circles around his heart. The fact that she did all of this to be with him permanently seemed ridiculous to him. She could have just told him, but looking back she must have been trying for years. The dedication to him and the club wasn’t out of friendship but love.

“Fuck”, Jax let slip from his lips as he hopped off of the table he was sitting on.

He marched off on a mission, searching for Y/N. He stomped through the happy crowd and scanned the flashing neon lights with his eyes. He was pissed at himself. He knew his mom was right too, if he didn’t show his feelings now he and Y/N didn’t have a chance in hell. He just hoped he could find her.

Y/N stopped at the ferris wheel. Her eyes were still stinging but she refused to cry, especially in front of all these people. She would either get up in the air and cry or calm down. She was losing it on the inside. Every single person she talked to said Jax felt the same way, but Jackson’s reaction was the opposite of what was expected.

Y/N was at the front of the line when Jax finally tracked her down. Jax picked up his pace and managed to get to the ticketer as she got in on her own. Jax shoved a handful of cash into the operators hands when he protested and hopped in with her and shut the door behind him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing Jackson?” Y/N huffed

Jax flinched at the use of his full name, “I fucked up. Can we talk?”

“It doesn’t matter, you trapped me with you. You got one loop to convince me to stay on the ride with you”, she demanded.

Y/N was pissed. First, Jax insulted her and asked her if she was trying to nail one of his guys and now he wouldn’t even let her cry it out on her own. She was waiting for him to pull the “let her down easy” lines she knew the man had memorized. Except with Y/N it was going to be…

“We have been friends for as long as I remember. I didn’t realize that you felt that way about me.”

Y/N cut Jax off, “Look, we don’t have to do this. I’m trying to keep my shit together but I’d rather not do this right now.”

Confusion graced Jax’s face, “No, I, I’m trying to explain. It’s not what you think.”

“I’m pretty sure it is, Jax. You made your point earlier, if I want to be an old lady I should look to Happy and or another member.”, Y/N ranted, this last thing she wanted was to dig into why Jax didn’t want to be with her.

“Dammit Y/N! I am trying to tell you that I love you, too!” Jax shouted, losing it for a moment.

He pulled Y/N in for a kiss, one had cupped her face and the other pulled Y/N onto his lap. Y/N was shocked at Jax’s announcement and even more so at his lips on hers.

By the time Jax and Y/N had finished a loop, she was happy to stay on the ferris wheel with him. By the time the ride had ended they had become a couple and managed to mark their claims on each other. By the time the duo made it back to the crew’s table, the group began to hoop and holler. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up and ducked her head into Jax’s arm while he received high fives and slaps on the back in congratulations.

“Let me know when to expect another grandbaby!”, Gemma said with glee as she walked past the happy couple with a sleepy Abel in her arms.

To say the least, Momma Gemma is the best

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