#i dread to think what happened to make her leave. last i saw her she told me she was there 'permanently'

[abbyromanoff]

SPIDER-WOMAN!WANDA HEAD CANNONS:

PAIRINGS: Spider-Woman!Wanda x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,752 (22 dashes)

WARNINGS: fluff, smut, small pervy!Wanda, mentions of public sex, virgin!Wanda, kinda innocence kink, switch!Wanda, breeding, children, mentions of cheating (no one actually cheated), small angst, somnophillia, masturbation, toys, pegging, anal, blowjobs, handjobs, tying down with webs, cunnilingus, sex in a suit, think that’s all :)

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• She doesn’t trust many people, so when you two first met she wasn’t planning on telling you her hidden identity, but once the two of you got closer you accidentally found out when you heard a large bang in your room and found Wanda coming through the window after finally taking her mask off.

• At first, you were shocked, but then it sort of became something you were used to. You were honestly surprised how you didn’t find out sooner seeing as her identity was uncovered nearly five months after you two had started dating.

• I feel like you two met in a bar one night. Wanda isn’t a huge drinker but her friends invited her out, and she went even though she was dreading it. You were bartending there and happened to stumble over to the girl playing with the small straw in her martini and struck up a conversation, getting ready to hear another break-up or cheating story like usual. But she was different, her laugh was so contagious and her smile was glowing.

• That night her friends dragged her away before she could ask for your number so one night after patrol she stopped by, after changing into something more casual of course, and nervously asked for what she came for, and she got it. That night she happily texted you until you both said your goodnights and fell asleep, unaware of the smiles on each other’s faces.

• Wanda wasn’t your first partner, not even your first girlfriend, but you still got butterflies every time she’d stop by your work with flowers during your lunch break or interlace her hand with yours shyly.

• She’s very shy. Some would think she’s innocent, but her thoughts proved that different. Every time she’d see you it would instantly bring a shade of red to her cheeks along with a toothy grin that you adored, even taking to keeping multiple photos of her exactly like this. She saw your lock screen one day and when noticing the embarrassing photo of her smiling larger than ever before, she wanted to crawl into a hole and die. But you loved it, it was the first thing you saw when you woke up and the last thing you’d see before bed.

• After four months together Wanda asked you to move in with her. She did so by innocently asking you to go apartment shopping with her, insisting that she was looking for a new place, leaving out the part where she hoped it would be with you. She had you pick out your favorite one and after a few weeks, she was able to officially ask you while you two were cuddled up watching your show before bed.

• Whenever she was gone for too long or you’d find yourself missing her she’d feel a tremendous guilt at hurting you. She’d come home to see you with dried tears on your face as you finally fell asleep, instantly cuddling you close and reassuring you that she wouldn’t leave you, not in a million years. Before you knew about her secret, your friends insisted that she must be cheating if she was out so late, but you didn’t want to believe it. The night you did find out, however, it all seemed to make sense in your mind, especially as she went on ranting about how she never wanted to leave but she had to keep the city safe.

• Wanda has always wanted kids in the future, it’s always been a dream of hers. And she hoped you’d want the same, and to her luck, you did. The two of you were never allowed in baby stores because you’d truly never leave, having to be forced out once it became too late and the shop was closing.

• If you ever did get pregnant she’d be over the moon but also nervous. She’d cry even more than you when seeing the pregnancy test and would instantly be too scared to go near you in fear of somehow hurting her child, even if there weren’t any signs of your belly growing. And when she found out you were having twin boys? The amount of tears she shed was incredible.

• She’d be the best mom out there, she’d love her children to death. Everything she did was for her family, and often times while she was out on patrol she’d stop to get you three something or take a picture of the sunset from the side of a building, even when you begged her not to bring her phone in fear it would break.

• One year, the boys surprised her by dressing up as Spider-Man for Halloween while their moms were Spider-Woman, she ended up crying once more when seeing them. She then stole a few pieces of their candy once they fell asleep, but they would never need to know that.

• It would take Wanda a while before she’d sleep with you seeing as you were her first. She feared no one would want her or appreciate her body but you proved that worry wrong, spending the entire night worshipping her entirely. After that, she was hooked. She always wanted to be inside you in any way possible, your mouth, your cunt, or even your ass.

• Her hips often tend to have a mind of their own as she thrusts into you, immediately apologizing after she does. She instantly panics when hearing you gag, but you let her wrap her fingertips in your hair to bring you up and down. Her head thrown back, hair sprawled on the pillowcase, mouth wide open with whimpers leaving her and her flexed muscles was a sight to see, you wanted to capture it in your mind forever.

• Is a huge switch. She mostly lets you take control earlier on but once she starts getting the hang of it she loves to make you feel good. You caught her once or twice watching porn, not to masturbate to but instead with a pencil and notebook in hand as she wrote down notes, you created a hobby of knocking before you entered a room after that.

• Whenever she wants to try something new she does it in small little hints, she’s way too nervous to express what it is that she wants. She’d do this by sending you her cart on a sex toy website, telling you that you two should look into trying new things to, in her words, ‘spice it up’. Sometimes she’d even leave her tabs open on purpose so when you one time opened it for a Zoom call with your family you instead found multiple websites with different toys catering to each. She told you it was an accident, but she seemed way too excited when they arrived in the mail a few days later after you placed your order.

• This woman has begged you to peg her and she will continue to do so. She never thought she’d be so interested in it, but one night when your mouth was busy wrapped around her cock and your thumb trailed down to her asshole to test the waters, you swore you’d never seen her cum so hard. She has a few but plugs and will sometimes even tease you while you’re at work with photos of said objects, even taking to going on patrol as her favorite one had been buried inside of her.

• When you first found out about her late-night job as a superhero you couldn’t deny the biting of your lip that occurred when seeing her in her suit. While she was explaining herself anxiously and refusably apologizing for not telling you, you were too busy staring at the way her suit hugged her biceps. Her red hair was messy due to the ridding of her mask and her breasts were hugged perfectly, how could you stop yourself? You threw yourself onto her as she was backed into the wall, your mouth on hers as your knee pressed against her growing bulge. That night your face was painted with her cum as you stroked her off while she was still in her suit, the sight alone caused you to soak through your panties which were later ruined.

• Once Wanda becomes more experienced and used to the act she’d look into more ludicrous things, such as ropes. At first, she thought she’d buy them, but then she pulled you into her one night by her webs and the reaction out of both of you was pornographic. She ate you out while you were pinned against the wall, and when you tried to wiggle away out of overstimulation, she used her webs out of instinct to keep you tied down. Your hands and legs were covered with her substance as she brought you to the edge multiple times.

• Sometimes when she’d come home it would be late at night, much to your dismay. So, on these nights, she’d find herself staring at your half-naked body covered loosely by the blankets. It brought shame when she found her length in her hand, stroking herself to release over your sleeping form. This happened more times than she’d wish to admit, but one night, as her eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure, her body towering over you, you found yourself waking up. She didn’t notice until she felt your cold hands covering her own, helping her up-and-down motions. You teased and tortured her that night, shaming her for doing such a dirty, perverted thing when you were out of consciousness.

• One of her deep fantasies, ones she’d never share with anyone but her own mind, is the thought of fucking you in public while in her suit. Having everyone see Spider-Woman fucking her partner, the guilt and fear in your eyes disappearing when you cum all over her cock, feeling her fill your cunt with her seed.

• She loves breeding you. Like, so much. She discovered this when her condom broke one night and she accidentally came inside of you. You didn’t push her off of you, instead wrapping your legs around her waist to keep her close. And when she pulled out she admired the white substance oozing out of you, not being able to hold herself back as her fingers thrusted into you, restricting her cum from leaking. After that, she’d beg to fill you up and while you were hesitant at first, you eventually gave in, finding yourself pleading for the same as your orgasm came rushing through you.

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[foldingfittedsheets]

In the bloom of my youth I found myself on an evening with my best friend in the park. We were young and it was a beautiful warm summer night to be out. At sixteen in a small rural town our options for entertainment were limited but it had been a good day.

Park is a somewhat generous term for the locale, what it amounted to was a cleared space with some planters and bushes, a tiny podium, and a square of trees round the perimeter. We had been hanging about with our friend who needed to leave, and waiting to be picked up ourselves, carless plebeians that we were.

So there we were, two teen girls in the park alone as the last of the light faded. Neither of us had cellphones, and my nana was collecting us right from the park as we’d agreed earlier. We were in no hurry, knowing she’d arrive when she arrived.

Until my friend said, “What was that?”

I looked up to where she was pointing but I didn’t see anything. “What?” I asked.

“I think it was… someone streaking?”

It was absurd to think. Our little town, tiny and rural as it was, with a streaker. But I loved my friend, so instead of laughing I said, “Let’s go see.”

I’m not sure what I thought it was, but I was confident she’d be less nervous if we investigated and found a plastic bag or a jogger in white. And I’ll admit I was curious at this anomaly. We made our way across the park to where she’d pointed.

That’s when I saw it too. A flash of pale skin under the streetlights, moving too quickly through the shadows and shrubs to see clearly. My friend clung to my arm, shrinking in on herself and I felt the first twitch of fear. Investigating no longer seemed like the thing to do.

I was determined to protect her from whatever was lurking, so I changed course and started cutting away from the movement, heading for the small shopping center not too far outside the park.

Our progress was suddenly arrested as the mysterious figure launched into our path. A man crouched on the pavement before us, fully nude except for a loincloth. His hair was in white people dreads. It was in every way like Tarzan had stepped out of the animated movie into real life.

My friends fingers were digging painfully into my arm and we stood stock still, staring at this bizarre apparition. He was still a good fifteen feet away from us. He stared back, making soft simian “ooh ooh” sounds.

I was struggling to process that a man in a loin cloth was right there when he started to move toward us. It was in his monkey half crouch, a few shambling steps, slow, with his eyes fixed on us.

“Leave us alone!” I declared.

He stopped, tilting his head this way and that. Then shifted like he would take another step.

I was fully afraid now, but I was also furious that he was menacing us and scaring my friend. I dropped her arm, marching forward with wrath in my eyes and said, “Get out of here before we call the cops!”

At my approach he turned and bolted back into the bushes. I whipped around and zipped back toward my friend, grabbing her arm and power walking us out of there. We arrived at the nearest business and darted inside, conveying what had just happened in garbled snippets.

The workers were outraged to hear our story. They let me call my nana to tell her where we were, then asked if we’d like to call the police. I shook my head. I emphatically did not want to deal with the police.

In the safety of the store my fear had started to feel ridiculous. It was probably just some bored prankster.

As we waited for my nana my friend quietly admitted she would rather liked to have called the cops. I apologized for not asking. We lapsed into silence. She said, “I can’t believe you went toward him.”

I couldn’t either. I didn’t remember planning on it, only I wanted to be between him and my friend. “Do you think he was crazy or was it just a prank?”

She shook her head. She didn’t know either. All these years later I still don’t really know what happened that night. If he was on a dare, or cosplaying Tarzan for fun, or if he was unwell. A lot of the details have hazed over with time but the utter dissonance of seeing a man in a loin cloth pop out of the bushes is seared into me.

I also remember back then, in a whisper both scandalized and fascinated, my friend admitting, “I saw his penis.”

#ramblies #ffs foibles #Tarzan #streaker #writing #story #true story #one of the weirder experiences I’ve had

[valeskafics]

"Syz Riña" - Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader

Summary: Aemond takes what he is owed.

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: DUBCON, canon-typical incest, profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns, P IN V SEX, spit kink, breeding kink, fingering

Word Count: 3,082

When you land at Storm’s End, dismounting from Cannibal, you know you should turn right back around the moment you see Vhagar. Jace volunteered the two of you to go as your mother’s emissaries, and you don’t wish to disappoint either your twin or your mother. And so, you steel yourself and announce your arrival to the guards, knowing your uncle, the man whose eye you stole all those years ago, is waiting just inside.

As you walk, you reminisce about the last time you saw Aemond, only a week or so past.

As the pig is brought to the table, you stifle a laugh. It is a knee-jerk reaction, reminding you of the idiocy of your youth. Aemond, of course, does not see it that way, leveling you with an icy glare. You bite your lip, still holding back a giggle at how ridiculous you all had made the pig look, the Pink Dread as Aegon had so ingeniously dubbed it. You are not laughing at Aemond necessarily, but unfortunately, that is the way he takes it.

“Final tribute,” Aemond stands suddenly, staring at you, “To the health of my niece. Beautiful, wise. Hm,” you feel your skin flush as his eyes rake over you, blood going cold as he finishes, “Strong.”

“What the fuck did he just say,” Jace scowls as Alicent hisses her son’s name.

“Come, let us drain our cups to this beautiful, strong girl,” Aemond smirks again and tips his glass to you, Aegon laughing and raising his glass as well.

“I dare you to say that again,” Jace growls, rounding on his uncle, intent on defending your honor, you, his beloved twin and betrothed.

“Why?” Aemond feigns innocence, “‘Twas only a compliment. Do you not think your sister strong?”

Jace punches Aemond in the face, prompting you to jump to his aid, only to be slammed into the table by Aegon.

“I quite like you at this angle, Niece,” he grins into your ear, rolling his hips against yours.

Aemond is able to make quick work of Jace, shoving him to the ground. Jace looks over to you, seeing you being harassed by your other uncle. Fire is in his eyes as he stands again, ready to fight. He is pushed back by your stepfather. He points a warning finger at the both of you as Rhaenyra sends you off to bed.

Aemond feels burning flames of anger licking his stomach as he watches Jace wrap you in some furs and hold you tightly. You are shivering. It should be him. And it will be. This betrothal will not be an issue much longer.

He follows the two of you out and waits for you to separate from your twin to head to your own quarters for the night before approaching you, silent and dangerous. An apex predator, going in for the kill. Before you can even touch your doorknob, she’s shoving you up against the door, his chest pressed against your back.

“I will take what I am owed, niece,” his voice is quiet, cold, and calculating as he whispers in your ear, “And you will give it to me.”

He turns to leave, gone as fast as he came. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. Your heart beats wildly against the wall of your chest. What you owe him…? The incident was years past. And you never meant to blind him. You were children, for fuck’s sake, so what does he mean?

“Princess Y/N Velaryon. Daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen.”

The thunder roars at Storm’s End as your arrival is announced to Lord Borros Baratheon. When Jace suggested that the two of you deliver your mother’s ravens, you had a feeling something like this could happen. When you saw Vhagar, you should have turned and run all the way home. But you did not. And so now?

You attempt to sound as dignified and mature as possible, curtsying and handing the scroll to the older man, “Lord Borros. I brought you a message from my mother, the Queen.”

Borros sighs and calls for the maester to read the message to him.

Aemond steps forward from the shadows. You feel him before you see him, his eye on you, as they always seem to be. Your eyes travel to where your uncle stands, his blue eye glaring at your no doubt drenched and shivering form.

“King Aegon at least came with an offer: my swords and banners for a marriage pact,” Lord Borros turns to you, eyes scrupulous and calculating, “If I do as your mother bids, which of my sons will you wed, girl?”

“My lord,” you pause, truly apologetic as you speak, “I am not free to marry. I am already betrothed to my brother.”

“So you come with empty hands,” Lord Borros mocks, before sighing and fixing you with an uncharacteristically gentle look, no doubt feeling sorry for you, “Go home, child. And tell your mother that the Lord of Storm’s End is not some dog that she can whistle up at need to set against her foes.”

You feel a sharp sense of disappointment. You’ve failed your mother and now you will have to bring her news of your failure.

“I shall take your answer to the Queen, my lord,” you reply, curtsying.

As you turn to leave, your uncle’s voice rings out, “Wait! My Lady Strong.”

You stop in your tracks, frozen, turning slowly to meet his gaze. You choose to ignore the jibe at your parentage and wait for him to speak.

“Did you really think that you can just fly above the realm trying to steal my brother’s throne at no cost?” Aemond questions, his face stern and intimidating, “In truth, I’m surprised you’d go against your rightful king, considering your pathetic attempts to get his attention as a child,” he takes a step closer, “You followed him around like a lost puppy, didn’t you? Is that all you are? A little puppy following commands?” Aemond chuckles, “How pathetic.”

You wince at his harsh words, knowing them to be true. Growing up, you always admired your Uncle Aegon. You sought his approval in everything you did, and as such, it often involved tormenting poor Aemond.

“Behold, the Pink Dread!” you lead the pig toward Aemond, giggling.

Aemond’s smile turns sour. He turns to his brother and nephew, both laughing hysterically before storming away, looking almost as though he’s about to burst into tears. A wave of guilt washes over you as you watch him leave.

“Should we say sorry?” you ask innocently.

Aegon scoffs, “Niece, if you even try saying sorry, I’ll make sure that you never get to train with us again,” he ruffles your hair, “You did well. You can come to the pit with us tomorrow.”

You all but jump for joy at Aegon’s approval, forgetting Aegon, and thereby, your guilt.

You swallow and find the courage to speak, “I will not fight you, Uncle. I came as a messenger, not a warrior.”

“A fight would be little challenge,” he muses, staring at you, “No,” Aemond speaks, removing his eyepatch to reveal the sapphire that had replaced what you had stolen from him so long ago, “I want you to put out your eye as payment for mine. One would serve.”

Aemond tosses a dagger at your feet, making you take another step back, stumbling slightly. The court begins whispering at the fear evident in your eyes at your uncle’s words, your entire form trembling.

“I would not blind you,” whatever comfort these words bring you is taken away by the next, “I plan to make a gift of it to my mother.”

All is silent for a moment before your voice rings out across the hall, clear and with a strength that you did not quite realize you had, “No.”

Aemond glares, “Then you are craven as well as a traitor,” he smirks, letting out a malicious laugh, “No matter,” you see his gaze harden slightly, “You can give me your cunt instead.”

Your eyes widen as you stumble backwards, held up by a lord who you assume pities you.

Aemond lunges for the dagger he’d thrown at you, roaring, “Give me your cunt or I will take it!”

You reach for your own dagger, holding it out in front of you defensively with shaking hands as Aemond smirks at you, twirling his dagger between his fingers. Ready to take what he wants.

Lord Borros snaps, “Not in my hall,” he turns to his advisors, “The girl came as an envoy. I’ll not have bloodshed beneath my roof,” he turns now to the knight who had aided you to your feet, “Take Princess Y/N back to her dragon.”

You’re led back to your dragon, glancing back over your shoulder at Aemond’s seething form. Somehow, you have a feeling that this is not going to work out in your favor. You remember the last time you saw Aemond as you climb atop Cannibal, your beloved mount. You run your hand along his scales, the warmth of them a welcome solace from the cold rain overhead. You take to the skies, whispering to him to take you home as quickly as possible. Back to the safety of your mother’s arms and Jace’s.

But fate has something else in store for you. From the corner of your eye, you see Vhagar’s massive shadow advancing on you. You’re not sure what’s more terrifying. The mighty dragon herself or its rider. The storm rages on as Aemond continues his pursuit of you. You maneuver through the sky as quickly as you can, and it’s as though Cannibal senses your fear, because his movements grow more erratic.

“Dohaeres, Cannibal,” you whisper frantically, “Soves! Please!”

“Riña,” Aemond’s voice taunts from somewhere behind you, “Come out wherever you are. You owe me a debt.”

You pray that you and Cannibal remain hidden from your uncle and Vhagar by the clouds you are about to pass through. Then, as if out of nowhere, Vhagar appears, flying just in front of you, Aemond seated atop her, looking like the Warrior himself.

You feel Cannibal bristle beneath you and know he’s planning on using his flame to defend himself. You scream, begging him not to. While Cannibal is massive in his own right, Vhagar? She is gargantuan. But Cannibal does not heed your warning, blowing fire into Vhagar’s face.

Everything happens so fast. Vhagar lets out a horrifying roar, making you stare at her, and her rider, in fear.

Your eyes widen in fear as Vhagar’s giant jaw clamps on Cannibal’s neck, “No, Cannibal!”

As your dragon begins to fall from the sky, you are lifted onto Vhagar. You find yourself chest to chest with the man you fear most. 

Aemond stares at you impassively, “You are mine,” he speaks, his voice low and terrifying, “You have been mine since the day we met. You took my eye,” his hands move to rest at the bodice of your dress, “I will take your body.”

“No,” you cry, attempting to squirm away from him, terrified by him and by the fact that any movement could send you careening down to your death, “I’m supposed to marry Jace! Uncle, please let me go!”

This seems to displease Aemond; he grips you by the throat, squeezing just tightly enough to make you gasp, “Speak his name again,” he murmurs in your ear, “And I will gouge out his eyes and give them to you as a wedding present.”

You begin to sob openly, fat tears rolling down her cheeks as you wail at the thought of your beloved older brother being hurt. Aemond leans forward to lick your cheek, lapping up the saltwater that flows from your eyes.

“Just kill me,” you cry, cringing, “Blind me, Uncle, I’m sorry! I never meant for that to happen!”

“Apology not accepted, niece,” he hisses, grabbing you by the jaw and forcing you to look at him through teary eyes, “We will be wed tonight. I will have you. I will take what is mine.”

He grabs your skirts and bunches them up at your hips, his eye ravenous as he takes in the sight of your bare legs, almost as though he’s a dragon himself, going in for the kill. He moves his hand up your thigh, his eye never once leaving yours. You squeeze your own eyes shut, unable to look at Aemond, unsure of just what it is he plans to do.

Aemond’s long fingers move with grace up to your cunt, making you gasp as he strokes at it lightly. He smirks at the shiver that goes through your body at his touch, noticing everything you do. Every breathy little gasp. Every whimper. Then, he pushes two fingers inside you, making you let out a yelp. You’re no stranger to pleasuring yourself. You’re quite sure no girl your age is. But his fingers feel entirely different. They’re long and fill you up in the most pleasurable of ways.

Aemond laughs darkly as you squeeze around his fingers, “You little whore. Your cunt is soaking my fingers. I thought I’d have to prepare you, but you seem quite ready for my cock.”

You feel your blood rise to your face as he continues working his fingers inside you, curving them, pumping in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. Aemond watches as your body writhes against his touch, as you struggle to maintain some composure as you come undone at the hands of the man you’re meant to hate.

“That’s right,” he hisses, his thumb rubbing against your clit, making you let out a sharp gasp at the sensation, “You’re such a greedy, wanton little thing. Look at you. You’re supposed to hate me, aren’t you? Now look at you. You came here to rally support for your mother. Now? I’m about to fuck you.”

He speeds up his movements, making you let out a cry of his name, “Aemond, don’t, it… I…”

“You, you,” he mocks, not relenting, speeding up even more, “Spill yourself on my fingers, you little whore. Scream my name.”

Aemond pinches your clit slightly, making you finally let out a scream of his name as you reach your peak, throwing your head back as he pulls his fingers out of you. He presses them to your lips.

“Lick my fingers clean.”

You stare at him, surprised, but seeing the intense look in his eye, you part your lips. He pushes his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. You close your eyes, only to hear him growl against your ear.

“Eyes on me.”

Aemond stares you down as your tongue moves against the skin of his fingers. You feel entirely humiliated and yet, you can’t keep your eyes off of him. After he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, he grips your jaw.

“Open your mouth,” you do so and are quite surprised when he spits into your mouth, “Swallow.”

You’re silent for a moment, completely shocked, when he repeats himself, a little more aggressively. He grabs your hair, pulling you up to him.

“I said to swallow.”

You again do as he says, staring back at him, wondering what he’s planning on doing next, “Are you going to kill me?”

He doesn’t speak, rather he merely rips the bodice of your dress open, leaving you in your flimsy shift, which quickly gets soaked by the relentless downpour of rain. He watches with delight as it clings to your form, the outline of your breasts quite evident through the thin fabric. He takes your dress and tosses it. You watch it fly away, thinking to yourself that if he wished… That could be you.

When you turn back, Aemond’s breeches are undone and he has his rather lengthy cock in his hand, the tip already weeping with pre cum. He leans down over you, lining his hips up against yours before pushing into you. The intrusion is not altogether unpleasant, and you find yourself raising your hips, wanting him to move even deeper.

“Such a nasty, wanton little harlot you are. Drunk on my cock,” he chuckles, grabbing your hands to pin above your head, “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

He pulls back before slamming his cock back into you, making you let out what you’re sure is a pathetic mewl of his name. Your noises spur him on as he begins bucking his hips against yours, his cock railing into you over and over again, without mercy or hesitation. With one hand he holds your wrist, while the other snakes under the fabric of your shift to squeeze your breast so hard that it has him moaning at the feeling. He mouths at your other peak over the fabric of your shift, biting down slightly on your nipple, making you whimper and turn your head away as he continues.

Aemond continues slamming his hips against yours, reveling in every moan, every breathy gasp, every cry of his name you let out, the rain soaking the both of you as he finally takes what he believes he is owed.

“Your family won’t want you back after this,” he hisses in your ear, his movements stuttering slightly as your walls tighten around his cock, nearing your peak, “I’m going to fuck my heir into you right now. I’m going to spill my seed in your cunt every night. You’re going to be mine in every sense of the word. Wanted you so long. Loved you so long. You’re mine now. All mine.”

“Yours,” you manage to agree, feeling as though your body is on fire, and only Aemond can quench it, “I’m close…”

“Soak my cock, syz riña,” Aemond hisses at the feel of you tightening around him, hardly able to so much as move, “Come on.”

Your peak hits you more intensely than ever before, white hot pleasure blinding you as you feel almost as though you’ve died and ascended to the Seven Heavens. Aemond continues fucking you through it, spilling his seed deep inside you, staking his claim over you once and for all.

He stays there for a moment, just staring down at you, “We’ll be married tonight. You’re mine now.”

His words while he was inside of you ring like a bell in your head, “Loved you so long.”

He can’t have been serious… Could he?

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[gtgbabie0]

A thought just came to me, and it’s fluff (kinda angsty if you squint but overall just protective leon) when f!reader (his S/O) comes home from work and subtly complains about some guy (co-worker) being “strange” and flirting with her and stuff and eventually she just comes home one day and rants about how it’s making her really uncomfy (and then ofc my bbg Leon comforts her and now has a murder plan)

I love this idea because I saw in one of your drabbles the mention of Leon not even thinking about sharing reader, and now I’m wondering what he would think of when even reader doesn’t like the persons advances and is uncomfy

If this is too triggering or uncomfortable for you, pls ignore!! I love ur writing ❤️❤���

-Leon Kennedy x reader

Ahhh thank you for requesting, I love protective Leon sm!! I hope you enjoy my lovelies!

CW- harassment

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Office jobs are already god awful, the last thing you need is some creepy, sleaze-ball who can’t take a hint for the life of him and by just your luck that’s exactly who you have to work with. The new intern, Harry, had been nothing but inappropriate with his constant jokes about the women he’s slept with, or his flirtatious manner that was horribly accompanied by his wandering hands.

It was starting to make you feel way too uncomfortable so much in fact you left ten minutes early just to avoid him in the parking lot. You had, along with several other women, already spoken with your bosses who in turn told you they’d ‘Keep an eye on him’ which was not helpful, at all, in fact, his actions only worsened through the week.

So when you finally get home you let out a heavy sigh, feeling the stress melt away as Leon calls your name lovingly from the kitchen. “Hey angel, you’re back early” he says walking over to you with a soft smile.

Leon always looks so warm and inviting but right now when he’s wearing his old collage jumper with a pair of joggers, well it sparks something in you and you just can’t help it as you practically fling yourself at him. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you tug him into a hug.

He smiles when you breathe in deeply because, god, did he smell like heaven, “Yeah, I missed you- so much” you mumble against his shoulder, a sigh falling from your lips as his hands soothe against the small of your back, pulling your blouse out from where’s its tucked into your pencil skirt, so he can slip his hands underneath the fabric, his warm hands splaying across your back.

Leon catches on fairly quickly that there’s something wrong, he can tell by your tone, and when he pulls away slightly to look at you he doesn’t miss the strained smile you flash him. “Missed you too baby” he presses a kiss to your hairline, “Tell me what happened?” there’s a certain softness to his tone that melts you, completely opening the floodgates.

“Well y’know that new intern?” You ask as you both walk into the kitchen, the setting sun dusting the room with an orangey light as it reflects against the dark wooden cupboards, it was a homely feeling.

The softness of the light against Leon’s face made him look so handsome, despite the frown that confronts his face as he runs a hand down his stubbled cheek.

He nods with a stiff “Yeah” as he bites the inside of his cheek. Of course, Leon knew him, the creep wouldn’t leave you alone, the thought of him making you even the slightest bit uncomfortable made Leon seethe with anger.

“Well telling my boss hasn’t done shit- I swear he’s only gotten worse” you sigh picking at your cuticles, an action Leon is quick to stop as he holds your hands in his.

“Gotten worse how sweetheart?” He asks, tilting his head as he tries to meet your gaze. There’s a dreadful pit that grows in his stomach as he waits for your response with a certain fear.

“He just makes everyone feel so uncomfortable, I mean it’s bad Leon- even some of the other guys have called him out, he just doesn’t listen,” you tell him, noticing how the grasp he has on your hands tightens slightly.

You take a deep breath although it comes out a lot more shaky than you would like, “I have to share the desk next to his, and he keeps flirting with me and trying to touch my shoulders- I swear I’m gonna staple his hands together” you giggle trying to make light of the situation because if you don’t laugh about it you might end up crying.

The sentence tips Leon off the edge and what he really wants to do is much more than staple his hands together, but he pushes that to the side when he catches onto the tears that glaze over your eyes.

“You’re not going in tomorrow- I’ll call your boss” he says leaving no room for argument, a sudden protectiveness caging around his heart. His arms encircle your shoulders as he holds you against him with a gentle sway.

However, you know you can’t avoid it altogether, “Leon I can’t not go to work,” you tell him, pulling back slightly to look at him, anger still flickering through his eyes.

“Then I’ll drop off and pick you up” he huffs pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’ll put on my mean boyfriend face” he whispers, frowning very over dramatically as he brushes his nose against yours.

He stops after he gets a giggle from you, satisfied at the joy that overtakes your face although it doesn’t last for long as he pulls back, watching the happiness dissipate from your face. It hurts him to see you like this, his chest tightens and it only fuels his anger towards this sleaze.

“Hey, I’m serious” his tone is so soft despite the growing anger, “I’ll call your boss, tell him you’re not going in until that creep gets fired” he presses a kiss to your forehead, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You look up at him with a soft smile, “I love you” you whisper, leaning into his hand as he cups your jaw, his thumb smoothing over your cheek.

“I love you too sweetheart” he says, bringing you into a warm almost protective hug, kissing the top of your head as his hands soothe against your back in a comforting manner, “Let’s go get some food, yeah?” He says as you nod against his chest, feeling a whole lot safer.

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[ijustwanttoreadangst]

Never forget

Summery : he will never forget and he will regret the choices he made until his last breath.

NOT EDITED

Angst

~ Aemond Targaryen x fem-OC-Reader ~

8 hours earlier

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After everything we have been through why has it come to this? why wasn’t I good enough? I gave him heirs I gave him my body, my soul, my happiness, my life. Why has it come to this? Does he know even know I know if his sins does he even care? Obviously not as he got the woman pregnant.

I get out a half scoff half laugh as tears sting my lower lash line. Shaking my head I stare into the fire that warms this unnervingly cold room and wait, wait on this uncomfortable chair I had told him time and time again to get rid of but was constantly ignored. Has it always been like this? I filling his needs while he ignores mine?

I have to stop my mind from going to the past not wanting to drive myself crazy with everything that has happened. Taking a deep breath I let my tears disappear from my eyes as my face take a new form a look of nothing, void.

It was hours that I waited to hear the unmistakable roar of vhagar but eventually I did, what normally be a feeling of relief and happiness has turned into rage and dread.

It didn’t take him long to rush into our shared chamber concerned with myself and the babe I carry as I did not greet him upon his return. As soon as he set his sights on me he could tell something was wrong.

“My love, are you well? Is it the babe?” He asked concerned but was it really concern or just false pleasantries I did not know anymore. My face still voice of emotion I stood up my large belly making it a difficult but manageable.

“You call yourself a man of duty and honour correct?” I ask getting a confused ‘of course’ in reply making me let out a hmm as I whisper. “Liar.”

“What?” He asked still confused with my hostility towards him. “Alys rivers is with child, I was surprised to hear as she is a bastard but you will not believe what surprised me even more, husband.”

I finally turn to him, his eyes flashing many emotions I knew I had got my answer but I wanted him to admit it admit his infidelity. “What, my love?” His voice cracking trying to conceal his true emotions.

I let out a laugh making his eyes widen. “Oh you will not believe this my heart, a man with white long hair has been spotted numerous times entering and leaving her chamber oh and here is the part that gets me every time I think or hear it whispered that man had an eyepatch.”

My smile wild smile slowly fades into something murderous. The man who prides himself with being untouchable is now backing away from me a girl smaller than him. “Tell me husband doesn’t that discerption sound like someone I know?” I ask finally stopping in my tracks watching him open and close his mouth like the fish from the dock when they get pulled out of the water.

“My love, you must believe me that’s not me! I would never betray you like that.” He tries to convince me.

“How long?” I ask knowing it’s going to bring me heart ache. The white haired man stays silent looking at his shoes. “How fucking long.” I yell wanting the answer I deserve now.

He mumbled a reply but it was so quiet I couldn’t make out what he said. “What?” I ask. He finally looks up to meet my eyes. “From the start.” He said his voice shaking as tears began welling in his eyes.

Realisation dawned on me in that moment the missed birth and name days were because he was fucking her instead of being here with his wife and child. “I hope that when you’re finally happy with this alys rivers and ur bastard child daemon comes and takes it all away.” I said with so much hate in my voice I saw him flinch back. “Get out, go back to your whore for all I care I want you out of my sight.”

His footsteps quickly approach me and before I can pull away the taller man take my arms in his hands. “my love my life please I can fix this. Please don’t push me away. I will do anything, I won’t ever see her or meet the child please I love you.” He begged over my shouts from him to let go of me.

When I finally got free him his iron grip made my way to the chamber door before turning around looking at him. “I am daenyra Targaryen, daughter of daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce. The next time you touch me will be last time you have hands.”

And I left leaving him crumbling in the mess he had created.

4 hours earlier

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“Hop up my little love. You can do it.” I encourage my son as I helped him on my dragon before getting up myself. I tightened the saddle straps around baelor and myself before I start giving commands to the black dragon under us.

“Serve me, cannibal. Fly.” I command as he descends off the grown and into the sky. “Take us to dragonstone.” He lets out a growl in acknowledgment as he flys into that direction. It was difficult getting out of the keep without being seen but surprisingly I did it.

I move try to move my body to a angle so I could see the look plastered on my sons face but it being difficult as my pregnant belly in the way but I manage to get glimpses of the wide eyes and the smile that could light up the seven kingdoms.

We weren’t far from dragonstone as the dragon let out a happy roar happy to be going home after all this time. But the happiness was short lived from the thing i have been dreading being followed.

“Daenyra stop please. This doesn’t have to be difficult.” Aemond yelled out as him and his dragon gained on us. My eyes go wide as I start commanding cannibal to fly faster and lose them. Understanding my commands the dragon lets himself drop lower in a way to get them off our tail.

But it didn’t works it made the man chasing us angry as he starts to yell making vhagar return his feeling of anger. But as we fly faster hope filled my heart thinking we lost them.

Oh how wrong I was.

Without warning vhagar flew up in front of us making baelor scream and cannibal turn away from dragonstone and closer to storms end. It felt like déjà vu. The sudden rain hitting my skin like little knives making me hold my son closer to try and keep it from hitting him.

I could tell all of this was scaring my little boy. “Close your eyes my sweet boy, you will be alright mothers got you, you don’t need to be scared while I’m here.” I whisper sweet nothings into his ear. Holding him so tightly as he lays his head back onto my chest while tears flow down my cheeks mixing themselves into the rain. “I love you my sweet boy and you my sweet girl, I will love you forever.”

It felt like forever before it was over. The cries of terror the screams.

Cannibal is a wild dragon and his rider his first rider was threatened he had to protect his rider and the children. the two dragons attacked each other Aemonds and my pleas for the dragons to stop fell on deaf ears. It wasn’t until the wrong move was made Aemond let his anger before consuming his dragon just like what he had done with the tragedy of Lucaerys.

The last thing I saw was the unforgiving sight of dragon fire before it was over. I held my child and covered his eyes not wanting the last thing he sees being so upsetting but at least I can still be with my children just not in the way I wanted.

Now

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The sound of cannibals loud pained roars shook the walls of dragonstone.

Daemon stood across the field from the black dragon that is wailing at the loss of his rider and his riders children.

Daemon had never felt like this before the rage and depression that he feels as he gazes at the burnt corpses of his baby, his little girl and grandchildren wasn’t like anything he had ever felt. He knew one thing and one thing only.

Aemond Targaryen will pay and his little girl

Will be avenged

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[rambunctious4rempe]

can you do a part 3 with Hughes sister and Matt Rempe?

"Together!?" pt3 Pairing: Matt Rempe x Twin Hughes Sister!Reader

YOUR POV

April third. The day you've been dreading. Luke promised to try and talk Kurtis out of trying to fight Matt, but Luke said it doesn't seem like he is budging.

You sit on Matt's bed and watch him tie his tie in the mirror.

"Please be careful." You say for what feels like the thousandth time for Matt.

"I will. You have nothing to worry about, babe."

"I just know he's going to try something. He won't let the idea leave his head."

"I'll be ready for whatever happens. If he does decide to start something it will probably be during a face off."

Matt fixes his collar and turns around to face you. "I got to get going. Good luck kiss?"

You nod and stand up from the bed, making your way over to him. He pulls you into a hug and lifts you off the ground a little bit to kiss you. "You have nothing to worry about. I promise everything will be fine."

You kiss him again and he puts you back down. "I love you."

"I love you too."

MATT REMPE POV Putting the both of us in the starting line up was definitely a set up.

We weren't even lined up for the face off yet and he was already trying to start shit.

"You want it?"

"No."

We lined up for face off and I could see him look over at me out of the corner of my eye.

"Your girlfriend will eventually realize how big of a pussy you are and dump your ass. Enjoy it while it lasts, Rempe."

The puck hit the ice my gloves were off and I went straight for him. We started throwing punches and the rest of the players started fighting as well.

After what felt like forever, we were all finally separated and escorted off the ice.

I could still feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I ripped off my gear.

"You think your girl is going to be pissed, Remps?" Jacob asks.

"At me? No. At her brothers' teammates? Definitely. She already knew he was going to try and fight me. I turned it down at first and then he kept running his mouth."

YOUR POV The game ends and you go to meet Matt.

K'Andre notices you and bumps into Matt, making him look up from his phone. "Catch ya later."

"Yeah, later. Hey." Matt tells you as you walk up to him.

"What the hell happened?! I saw you tell him no at first."

"He couldn't keep his fucking mouth shut and it pissed me off." he replies.

"What did he say?" You ask, grabbing his hand as you guys walk towards the exit.

"We'll talk about it when we get back to my apartment, okay."

"Alright."

Back at the apartment you let Matt unwind a little bit before bringing it up again. "Can you tell me what he said?"

"He basically just called me a pussy and said that you'll eventually realize and leave, to enjoy it while it lasts. Which yeah, I shouldn't have gave into him, but part of me started to wonder if it was true."

You shake your head no and lean into him. "It's not true. You're not a pussy and I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me now."

Matt slightly smiles and pulls you in for a kiss. "I love you. Way more than you know."

"I love you too."

-

You're back in Newark and Jack and Luke have some of the guys over.

They've been trying to get you to come be social for the last ten minutes.

"Y/N!!!!" You hear Nico yell, probably from his usual spot on the couch.

"They aren't going to leave you alone until you go out there." Matt laughs.

"But I want to talk to you."

"We can talk later. Go hangout with them."

"But my bed is so cozy."

"Now I know you're just making up excuses, babe. Your bed is the most uncomfortable thing ever."

"Okay, you caught me, but I don't know who all is here."

"So go see. I need to go to the gym anyway. It will give you something to do while I'm gone."

"Fineeee. I'll talk to you later. I love you."

"I love you too."

You end the call and make your way out of your room.

Dawson and Nico look away from the tv when they notice you walk in.

"Sorry, I was busy."

"Doing what?"

"Ignoring you guys like usual. Where's Rowdy and Luke?"

"They went to get food and the three of us didn't want to go." Dawson answers.

"Three…?"

"Yeah. I'm here too." You hear Kurtis behind you and you turn around to see him leaning against the doorway, arms crossed.

"How's your face feeling?" You ask, earning laughs from Dawson and Nico.

"Fine. Just a little sore. You know, after your boyfriend decided to take a swing at me."

"He wouldn't have if you hadn't provoked him."

"Provoked him? Please, he's just a hothead with no self-control."

You roll your eyes. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Kurtis."

Kurtis scoffs and pushes off the doorway. "You know, he's not the knight in shining armor you think he is. Eventually, you'll see that. But hey, don't let me ruin your fairy tale romance."

With that, Kurtis walks away, leaving you pissed off.

#matt rempe x you #matt rempe x y/n #matt rempe x reader #matt rempe #matt rempe x hughes sister!reader #baby giraffe 🤍🦒

[sassenach77yle]

“You thought you were dying when we brought you up here, didn’t you?” I asked. My voice sounded more bewildered than accusing. It took him a moment to answer, though he didn’t look hesitant. It was more as though he was looking for the proper words. “Well, I didna ken for sure, no,” he said slowly. “Though I did feel verra ill.” His eyes closed, slowly, as though he were too tired to keep them open. “I still do,” he added, in a detached sort of voice.

“Ye needna worry, though—I’ve made my choice.”

“What on earth do you mean by that?” I groped beneath the covers, and found his wrist. He was warm; hot again, in fact, and with a pulse that was too fast, too shallow. Still, it was so different from the deathly chill I had felt in him the night before that my first reaction was relief. He took a couple of deep breaths, then turned his head and opened his eyes to look at me. “I mean I could have died last night.” He could, certainly—and yet that wasn’t what he meant. He made it sound like a conscious— “What do you mean you’ve made your choice? You’ve decided not to die, after all?” I tried to speak lightly, but it wasn’t working very well. I remembered all too well that odd sense of timeless stillness that had surrounded us. “It was verra strange,” he said. “And yet it wasna strange at all.” He sounded faintly surprised.

“I think,” I said carefully, keeping a thumb on his pulse, “you’d better tell me just what happened.” He actually smiled at that, though the smile was more in his eyes than his lips. Those were dry, and painfully cracked in the corners. I touched his lips with a finger, wanting to go and fetch some soothing ointment for him, some water, some tea—but I put aside the impulse, steeling myself to stay and hear. “I dinna really know, Sassenach—or rather, I do, but I canna think quite how to say it.” He still looked tired, but his eyes stayed open. They lingered on my face, a vivid blue in the morning light, with an expression almost of curiosity, as though he hadn’t seen me before.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, softly. “So verra beautiful, mo chridhe.”

My hands were covered with fading blue blotches and overlooked smears of buffalo blood, I could feel my hair clinging in unwashed tangles to my neck, and I could smell everything from the stale-urine odor of dye to the reek of fear-sweat on my body. And yet whatever he saw lit his face as though he were looking at the full moon on a summer night, pure and lovely. His eyes stayed fixed on my face as he talked, absorbed, moving slightly as they seemed to trace my features. “I felt verra badly indeed when Arch and Roger Mac brought me up,” he said. “Terribly sick, and my leg and my head both throbbing with each heartbeat, so much that I began to dread the next. And so I would listen to the spaces between. Ye wouldna think it,” he said, sounded vaguely surprised, “but there is a great deal of time between the beats of a heart.” He had, he said, begun to hope, in those spaces, that the next beat would not come. And slowly, he realized that his heart was indeed slowing—and that the pain was growing remote, something separate from himself. His skin had grown colder, the fever fading from both body and mind, leaving the latter oddly clear. “And this is where I canna really say, Sassenach.” He pulled his wrist from my grip in the intensity of his story, and curled his fingers over mine. “But I . . . saw.” “Saw what?” And yet I already knew that he couldn’t tell me. Like any doctor, I had seen sick people make up their minds to die—and I knew that look they sometimes had; eyes wide-fixed on something in the distance. He hesitated, struggling to find words. I thought of something, and jumped in to try to help. “There was an elderly woman,” I said. “She died in the hospital where I was on staff—all her grown children with her, it was very peaceful.” I looked down, my own eyes fixed on his fingers, still red and slightly swollen, interlaced with my own stained and bloody digits. “She died—she was dead, I could see her pulse had stopped, she wasn’t breathing. All her children were by her bedside, weeping. And then, quite suddenly, her eyes opened. She wasn’t looking at any of them, but she was seeing something. And she said, quite clearly, ‘Oooh!’ Just like that—thrilled, like a little girl who’s just seen something wonderful. And then she closed her eyes again.” I looked up at him, blinking back tears. “Was it—like that?” He nodded, speechless, and his hand tightened on mine. “Something like,” he said, very softly. He had felt oddly suspended, in a place he could by no means describe, feeling completely at peace—and seeing very clearly. “It was as if there was a—it wasna a door, exactly, but a passageway of some kind—before me. And I could go through it, if I wanted. And I did want to,” he said, giving me a sideways glance and a shy smile. He had known what lay behind him, too, and realized that for that moment, he could choose. Go forward—or turn back. “And that’s when you asked me to touch you?” “I knew ye were the only thing that could bring me back,” he said simply. “I didna have the strength, myself.” There was a huge lump in my throat; I couldn’t speak, but squeezed his hand very tight. “Why?” I asked at last. “Why did you . . . choose to stay?” My throat was still tight, and my voice was hoarse. He heard it, and his hand tightened on mine; a ghost of his usual firm grip, and yet with the memory of strength within it. “Because ye need me,” he said, very softly. “Not because you love me?” He looked up then, with a shadow of a smile.

“Sassenach . . . I love ye now, and I will love ye always. Whether I am dead—or you—whether we are together or apart. You know it is true,” he said quietly, and touched my face. “I know it of you, and ye know it of me as well.”

He bent his head then, the bright hair swinging down across his cheek. “I didna mean only you, Sassenach. I have work still to do. I thought—for a bit—that perhaps it wasna so; that ye all might manage, with Roger Mac and auld Arch, Joseph and the Beardsleys. But there is war coming, and—for my sins—” he grimaced slightly, “I am a chief.” He shook his head slightly, in resignation. “God has made me what I am. He has given me the duty—and I must do it, whatever the cost.”

“The cost,” I echoed uneasily, hearing something harsher than resignation in his voice. He looked at me, then glanced, almost off-handed, toward the foot of the bed. “My leg’s no much worse,” he said, matter-of-factly, “but it’s no better. I think ye’ll have to take it off.”

The fiery cross

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[brooooswriting]

For Sam maybe that Sam and R were dating before Sam left. Over the time that Sam was gonna R and Tara have gotten close (in a sister way) and hang out a lot so when R heard Tara got attacked she immediately rushed to the hospital and stayed there with her. Then Sam came with Richie. Maybe R could also be related to Sidney cuz I never really see Prescott R. And just scream 5 with some cute moments between Sam and R and at the end they kiss and Sam asks R to forgive her and that she still loves R

Five fucking years

Sam Carpenter x reader

Tara Carpenter x reader (platonic)

A/n: so this is a lot, but hey I hope you like it. And send requests for Jenna and her characters and Melissa and Sam or Vanessa

“We will get through this” was probably the sentence you’ve said the most five years ago to 13 year old Tara.

Four years ago you it turned to “we will be okay”

It then turned into “we will be fine without her” and then “let’s never talk about her again” and while the last one didn’t quite work the rest did. After she left you, you and Tara fell into a deep hole. Miss Carpenter never said anything about it, never really grieved and wasn’t there for Tara as she had to go through all this pain. So you had to stay strong for the girl, over the time that you and Sam had a relationship you grew really fond of Tara and her friends. They were little idiots, uncoordinated, chaotic and loud but they were really nice. By now Tara referred to you as her sister, when people asked who you were she always answered “family” and you believe that it was her way to cope with the whole thing and due to the fact that you didn’t really have somebody except Sam back then, it did make you feel better too. So you also always said that she was family too.

You were on your way to meet Tara at their house when you got a call from her. “Y/n, he’s here” she cried into the phone making you flinch and adjust the volume. “Who’s here T?” You asked calmly hoping to calm her too, “ghostface. He wants to kill me, I think he’s inside” your heart stopped before your foot pressed down on the pedal until it touched the ground. “I’ll be there in 5, go lock yourself up somewhere. Did you already call the police?” The only answer you received was a scream and then the line went dead. You tried to call her back several times but she never picked up, so you called the police and drove even faster.

“Tara” you screamed as you went inside, even tough the police told you to wait outside. “Tara where are you” you walked in the kitchen where you found ghost face standing over her pulling the bloody knife out of her body and turning towards you. “Get away from her motherfucker” you called out and tackled him to the ground. After a short wrestle he pushed you on to your back and climbed on top of you before stabbing you two times and slicing up your upper arm. As soon as you hears the police sirens he was gone. “Tara” you got out the best you could as you sat up to look after her, she still had a pulse making you relax just a tad as she was sobbing next you. “You’ll be okay, we will be fine” you mumbled as the police and the doctors came inside.

You always dreaded this day, and you had hoped that it would never come but after all you did live in woodsborrow and you were Sydney’s niece. And now? Now somebody you love got hurt because of you. You sat next to Tara’s bed, your wounds already patched up and theoretically you should have stayed in bed but you couldn’t leave the girl alone after what happened. “Hey, you’re alright” you mumbled to her as she woke up, your hand holding hers. “Are you okay?” She asked as she saw your arm, “I’m fine, he got some small hits but hey.” She grinned before her face turned completely serious “but for real, thank you. You acted like a real big sister today, you didn’t even think about leaving, you just saved me” your heart broke for the smaller girl. “Because you deserve it and a) I am your bigger sister and b) don’t think about her alright? She didn’t deserve you” you comforted her the best you could. “ and You took it like a damn champ” you joked as her friends came in, all of them immediately swarming her asking if she’s alright and what had happened. You talked for a while until the door opened again, your and Tara’s heart sinking when you saw who stepped inside.

“Tara, are you alright?” She immediately asked and went to her bed. She wanted to take her hand but then saw that it was already taken and that was the time she noticed you, her eyes falling to your arm and then the bandages on your stomach, “are you al…” she started but you shook your head. “Don’t” was the only thing you said, Tara squeezing your hand in a comforting manner. Sam greeted all of Tara’s friends before turning to the man behind her, you only get noticed. “This is Richie, my boyfriend” your heart broke a second time that day, “I gotta go. I’ll be close thou. Call me if you need anything” you mumbled to Tara who nodded, “Tara’s tired, we should all go” Amber said, all of them were nodding and leaving the room, “not you Sam” Tara said.

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“I was so scared” she cried out while Sam carefully stroked her cheek, “and when he attacked y/n, it got even worse” Sam frowned and kissed her sisters forehead, helping her calm down.

Later they fell asleep while Richie sat on a chair in the corner, you checking on them every now and then, you couldn’t stand being in the same room as them.

“T, honey, I’ve gotta get checked up. I’ll come by afterwards again, alright?” You mumbled so you’d only wake her. “Yeah, thanks for staying even tough, you know, all of this” it made you chuckle, “obviously, you’re my sister” you grinned and placed a kiss on her forehead before leaving.

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“Get the fuck out” you could hear Tara’s voice emerge from the room, causing you to throw the door open and step in. “You should go Sam” your voice was cold making her freeze, “y/n” she started but you shook your head. “Leave the girl alone, you’ve done it for the last five years so continue for a while” you brushed past her, sitting on Tara’s bed and wrapping her up in your arms. The older carpenter sighed and went outside. She pulled you outside, “I gotta do something, so you gotta look after Tara. Don’t let her out of your sight and make sure she” you laughter interrupted her, giving you the option to speak up. “Do you really wanna tell me how to look after T? It’s what I’ve been doing the last 5 fucking years Sam and we got through life just great, so why don’t you take your boy toy and go back to where ever the hell you came from?” Your voice was harsh and you could see her flinch, you used to be very chill, never really aggressive and always looking for solutions. “Y/n” she started again but you only shook your head, “I thought you said you had to do something” you turned and walked back to Tara’s room.

“What did she say honey?” You asked as you sat on her bed, hugging her to your chest. “She… she’s billy loomis daughter, that’s the reason she left. My mom had an affair and now after 5 years she’s putting all of this on me” a grumble left your lips, your anger bottled up inside you to give Tara the comfort she needed. “I’m very sorry to hear that” she hugged you closer, soaking up the comfort and warmth you had to give. “How are you feeling with Sam being back?” She asked into your chest which suddenly started to hurt, “I’m fine” was the only thing you said making her giggle. “I’m not 13 anymore, be honest. I know that you can’t feel fine” it was crazy how mature she got, “I don’t feel fine, it’s crazy. She left, she didn’t even break up with me, she ghosted me and now she’s coming here with this dude and she’s acting like you three are family” you sighed, blinking the tears away. “You’re my family” was the only thing Tara mumbled before falling asleep.

After some time you decided to wander around the hospital for a bit, your legs were sore from sitting and you were bored. You’ve been gone for about 15 minutes when you got a text from Mindy

“There’s a whole lot of police around Wes house”

And then the lights suddenly turned off. Without a second thought you sprinted towards Tara’s room to find her gone. Then a sudden scream leading you the way. “Oh, you” you grumbled when you saw Sams boyfriend in front of the younger carpenter. “Yeah, Sam called me to look after Tara” he explained still holding where Tara hit him, “I’m capable of doing that myself” you said checking the corridors for a masked killer. “Oh really? Why weren’t you with her then?” You were about to open your mouth when the brunette spoke up, “don’t you dare” it was directed towards him, he held up his hands and backed away.

He walked a bit behind which was why you didn’t immediately notice him being thrown to the ground and knocked out, you only noticed when you were being pulled away from the wheelchair. “Run” is the only thing you got out before your back made harsh contact with the ground, knocking the air out of your longs. He was quickly on top of you stabbing you again before standing up and walking towards Tara. You could hear her whimper and sob, you could hear Richies heavy breathing and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. Then you heard him talk, “come on Sam, choose. Tara or Richie, I mean poor y/n is already out isn’t she? You left the poor girl behind like she was nothing and that’s what she’s always been to you” you tried to somehow get to Tara but there was no way you could stop him, he’d only get angrier.

The ding from the elevator was like being saved by the gong. The ding was quickly followed by gunshots and a thud, ghostface laying on the ground. Sam immediately went for Tara while Dewy came for you, “get him” you mumbled your heart pointing towards the man but Dewy hesitated and looked towards Sam. You were his best friends niece, you kinda were family and leaving you behind wasn’t that easy for him. Sam nodded, “take Richie with you” and even tough you just said the same thing it hurt a lot more when she said it. “No, NO! I’m not leaving without her. Don’t. Take y/n” Tara screamed with every bit she still had but you only shook your head. “I’ll be fine. It’s what I told you the last five years, isn’t it?” You smiled and watched them each carry them to the elevator, your eyes slowly closing.

You could hear the elevator door open again and somebody stepping out, you opened your eyes a bit to see Dewy in front of the masked killer, his gun held up to its head. You noticed ghostface getting the upper hand and getting ahold of the gun. You didn’t know where the sudden energy came from but you jumped up and tackled dewy into the elevator catching the bullet that was meant for him. “Fuck” you mumbled out as the bullet went through your arm and the doors closed. Tara let out a relieved sigh while dewy started to lecture you.

Your wound were being tamed in the lower parts of the hospital while the police searched upstairs. Even tough you were short you were allowed to go before Tara. “We gotta talk” you said as you entered her room, the nurse leaving you to talk. “They are gonna take you away, and I can’t do anything. Richie is threatening with a lawyer and I legally don’t have any say in the matter where you go or don’t go” you explained to her, tears streaming down your face and now, hers too. “What? You can’t leave me with them” she cried out causing you to hug her. “I’m not, you’ll go with them and once I figure out who this asshole is and once he’s done, I’ll come get you. Unless you’re happy there, it’s okay if you wanna stay with them then” you said and kissed her forehead a couple of times. “Promise you will come and get me?” You smiled and held out your pinky, “I pinky promise that I won’t leave you like she did. Ever” you kissed her head again before parting. “Where are you going now?” She asked making you chuckle, “Amber is having a party and I’m in desperate need of alcohol. I have a lot to process and if I don’t leave I won’t let them go without you” you chuckled with tears in your eyes. You’d get her back but it still hurt to let her go. “Then don’t let them take me” you sighed, “I can’t stop them, but I’ll come get you. 5 days maximum alright? I’ll come and get you and then we will get Mindy, Chad, liv and Amber and we will leave. Go wherever you want, meet Sydney in her cabin or move to Alaska. Wherever you wanna go” she smiled, “I wanna move to New York” she said with a small nod. “New York it is” you said your goodbye before leaving her room, walking into the lobby, where Sam, Richie, Gale and Sidney were talking. “Syd” you called out running up to hug her, “y/n. God are you okay?” She asked as she held you tight when you parted Gale immediately hugged you. “Thanks for saving Dewy, even though he didn’t chose to save you” she mumbled into your ear causing you to pull back, “he chose me, somebody else just didn’t” you explained with a shrug. “Well, we were just getting to know Sam carpenter” your aunt explained, “don’t get used to her, she’s very quick when it comes to leaving” you told her, looking shortly at Sam who was rolling her eyes. “That was uncalled for” was her response but you only shrugged, “I guess it depends who you ask” you hugged Gale And syd goodbye. “Where are you going?” Sam asked making you laugh, “your neither my girlfriend nor my mom so non of your business” you said and walked out leaving the four of them behind. It was the moment where Sidney connected all the dots, that Sam was your ex girlfriend who ghosted you, Richie her new boyfriend and that you were pissed. As she was about to say something a nurse came up to them, “Miss Carpenter, we need you upstairs” Sam nodded and followed while Richie excused himself to get the car.

The older woman signed some things before walking into her sisters room where she sat on a chair next to her. “Can I ask you something?” Tara nodded a bit hesitant, “how did you guys do the last 5 years? I know that’s a stupid question but I need to know” It was silent for a moment. “I was 13 Sam, without a dad and with a mom who was always working, who didn’t care about her child. So y/n took care of me, she became my family, pulled me out of my depression. I just wish I would have been old enough to take care of her too, but I wasn’t. So Sara did it” she answered, her voice cracking while talking. “Sara?” Tara sighed, “your friend? Or better said ex friend. She took care of y/n, still does” Sams eyebrows furrowed. “Did they…? Are they? She’s always been flirting with y/n even when we were together” a shrug followed the question. “She doesn’t like to talk about it, so we don’t. Just like we don’t talk about you”

After some silence Tara was brought into the car while Gale and Sidney wanted to talk to Sam. “I’m not gonna play bait. I’m gonna get my sister and my boyfriend to safety. It’s my job” Sydney laughed at her. “Really? Wasn’t it your job to keep them safe 5 years ago too?” “Syd” Gale interrupted her but she shook her head, “because if I remember it right you left them. You left your sister and girlfriend without a word. You sent them through hell. Don’t think that this is gonna erase everything” Sam scoffed before walking to the car.

“Sam, I need my inhaler. I don’t know where it is. I only have one at ambers house” Tara said, causing a argument to break out. “Fine, what’s the address?” Richie said when they finally decided to drive to Amber.

You were at the party, you were taking shots with Chad in honor of Wes, you watched him fuck up with Liv, you smoked weed with Mindy and finally met Sara on the couch in the living room where you sat on her lap, rambling about whatever in your drunk and high state. “Everybody out! The party is over” someone screamed and turned on the lights, the voice making you freeze, Richie. “Party is over. Get out” sams voice came from behind you cashing you to sigh as Sara tapped your thigh, signaling you to stand up. “Want me to drive you home?” She asked as you stood in front of the older carpenter, her hand on your waist. “No, Im going home with Mindy and Chad. Wanna make sure they get home safe” you mumbled to her, she nodded and kissed the corner of your lips before rounding the couch. “Samantha” her cold voice said, “Sara” was mumbled in response. As soon as she was out of earshot she turned to you, “really? Her? Real mature” you shook your head and walked away, trying to find Chad.

You walked around the house for a bit but no sign from the boy, so you returned to the living room where you found Sam hovering over a bloody Mindy. “What the fuck Sam” you yelled, pushing her away from the younger girl to press onto the wounds. “It’s you isn’t it? Is this why you are back?” Your heart hurt when you thought about the possibility that it was her, but after all she was gone for 5 years and now suddenly reappears. “Come on y/n, you know me. You know that I wouldn’t hurt you or Tara” she tried to calm you, taking her focus of Mindy. “Really? Because if I remember right you did hurt us 5 years ago and I don’t believe that I know you anymore” before she could say anything Tara and Amber and Richie came from another room. “Mindy” Amber called out, pushing Tara behind her in a protective manner, “Tara and I were together the rest of you was on your own” after some more bickering about who the killer might be Liv entered the room, covered in blood. “Why are you covered in blood? Are you alright?” You asked her, still crouching next to Mindy. “I-I found-Chad he-he’s” Sam gasped, while Richie spoke up “it you. You’re the killer” Liv started to curse at all of you while Amber tried to calm her down, “I’m not the fucking killer” she cursed out and suddenly Amber laughed out, “I know. Welcome to act three” she pulled out a gun and shot Liv causing you to gasp in surprise.

She then pointed the gun towards you, Sam and Richie. Without a second thought you grabbed Sams hand and pulled her into the kitchen where you started to look for knives. The moment you got one somebody grabbed you and pulled you down the stairs to the basement. “What are you doing? We gotta get Tara” you cursed the couple out as you reached the bottom of the stairs, “how well do we really know Tara? Come on Sam you’ve been gone for a while and there are always two killers. She’s her best friend” you shook your head with a small laugh, in that moment you had to refrain yourself from becoming a killer. “Do whatever you want. I’m gonna go safe my sister” Sam looked at you walk away, “I’m gonna go too. You can stay here” she told him and followed you, quickly grabbing a knife too. “Oh, look who decided to join” you didn’t even look at her as you made fun of her, “I’m sorry for what happened Y/n” you rolled your eyes as you kept wandering around the house. “Let’s not do this, you go whatever you wanna do and then fuck off again. I’m gonna go look for Tara” you were about to part from her when she grabbed your wrist, “we are not splitting up, that would be stupid. We are both gonna look for her, together” you just nodded. You could have argued but it wouldn’t lead to anything and you’d only take longer to find the girl.

While you were looking for Tara you could hear a gunshot and some screaming. You opened a closet door where you found her tied down, “T” you mumbled moving to untie her feet while Sam untied her hands and pulled the tape off her mouth. “You stay hidden” you told her with a strict voice leaving no room for discussion. “You do too” Sam told you causing you to shake your head, “no, definitely not” it was a back and forth until you finally agreed that Sam would go outside and you’d wait to use the moment of surprise. “Be cautious when it comes to Richie, something’s wrong with him” you told her causing her to roll her eyes. “Real mature” was only mumbled in response before she exited the room just to see Richie and Sidney being thrown over railing.

It turned out that Richie was in fact the killer, together with Amber they captured Sidney, Gale and Sam in the kitchen as Amber went to look for Tara and you. “She’s gone” you could hear Ambers voice, you figured that she was talking about Tara but it meant that Richie was now downstairs alone. You gave the brunette a sign, which made her pick up the phone and call him.

“So what’s your favorite scary movie” the typical ghost face voice came out of the speaker confusing Richie. “You think this is funny? I’m gonna slice you open” he was distracted enough for you to act. You grabbed a saucepan and hit him on the back of the head knocking him out shortly.

By now Amber was back downstairs, Sid and Gale overpowering her. Setting her on fire and stabbing her. Richie was back to consciousness fighting with Sam. You were putting pressure on Gales wound when you heard Richie talk, “god Sam, you’re so stupid. You let me convince you that your sister and y/n were the killers and you were so heartbroken over this loser that it was way to easy to fuck you. That’s all I had to do because you would have taken anyone just to get over lovergirl anyway” you were about to move and help her when you saw her stab him through the jaw. She then flipped him over and kept stabbing him around 22 times. “Nobody messes with my family” she said as she stood up, shooting him in the head after Sidney walked to her. “You always gotta shoot them in the head” she explains. You all walked towards them, happy that it was over. You stood next to her, her pinky reaching out to wrap around yours causing you to blush. A scream came from your right, but was quickly stopped when a gun shot followed. Tara stood with her crutches, “you were a shitty friend” you both immediately ran towards her, engulfing her into a hug. “I’m never letting you go” you laughed into her hair causing her to laugh too.

Twenty minutes later you sat between Sidney and Gale wrapped in a blanket. “Can I talk to you?” Sam asked as she crouched down in front of you, you really really wanted to say no but you just couldn’t bring yourself to say it, so you nodded and stood up following her behind the ambulance. “I know you probably don’t wanna hear it but just this once let me explain and if you don’t wanna see me after that then I’ll never look for you again and I’ll leave Tara with you” it caused you to nod hoping that you’d be able to forgive her, you missed her. “After I found out who my dad is I went feral and I know that you know that, you were there for me through it all and looking back I regret not just talking to you but back then I was just mad at my mum and the world and when I realized how much I hurt you I decided that it’d be better not to ask you to come with me. I left without you hoping that you’d get over me and I thought that it wouldn’t be too hard for you to let me go. But I never thought about how much you do actually loved me. And I also couldnt let go of you, you were always on my mind. You’re still my lock screen and while Richie said a lot of shit today he was right about one thing, I could never let you go. No matter how hard I tried. And I guess what I’m trying to say is that I still love you and I want you back, I’ll do whatever you want to make it up to you. I want a Family, I want you me and Tara to move away, hell, let’s take Chad and Mindy with us and get away from all the things that happened here, please” she was rambling and begging by now, tears flooding her eyes. It was cute and 100% genuine. “Tara wants to move to New York” was the only thing you said before throwing yourself into her arms and kissing her. The people around you were applauding and awe-Ing making you break away to hide your blush in her neck. “Let’s go with Tara” she wrapped her arm around your waist and pulled you into the ambulance with Tara. Your hand stroking her head while sams held her hand. “So New York?” Tara asked as the ambulance door closed, causing all three of you to laugh.

You finally got your family together.

#reader insert #brooooswriting #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x y/n #melissa barrera x reader

[yanderegrizzsworld]

saw your post about taking digital circus content so may I request for Pomni or Ragatha or even Jax with a reader who's pretty calm when first entering in the digital circus and doesn't seem to mind everything else happening with how they're just like "hey, that's cool" basically they're pretty chill

Imagine: Platonic Yandere Pomni, Ragatha & Jax with a chill reader

TW/CW: Implied stalking & Mentions of Bullying

Pomni:

With Ragatha's reassurance, Pomni reckoned that everyone acted similarly to her upon their arrival to the Digital Circus. This did ease her perturbation, though not by much & far less upon your arrival to their Digital "home".

Are you alright? Complete & utter calmness is the last reaction the jester expects from a newcomer, yet reasons that you're probably seeking to assess your situation &/or keep focus. It's quite smart really, it means you're less likely to abstract in this world, such an easygoing attitude it quite a quick way to get her attached to you.

She'll strive to stick by you as much as possible, though is willing to give you your space if asked to as she wishes not to be regarded as chafing & will at most watch you from a distance. Expect her coming to you a lot whenever she seeks comfort from one of her paranoid episodes of searching for an exit, while Ragatha is very willing to be a nice shoulder to cry on, Pomni truly feels her anxious thoughts leave whenever she's in your presence & will progressively get more antsy the longer she can't find you in the circus.

Ragatha:

She reckons herself as the peacemaker of the group from being one of the oldest to be there, though one would be forgiven (& correct) for thinking that she seems quite close to losing it at any moment. From this, she always strives to ease newcomers to their new digital home, understanding how nerve-wracking it is.

Ragatha is chiefly clueless upon your arrival. Years of seeing new faces initially scared & addled to this world has made the ragdoll has grown accustomed to introducing the new performers, downplaying the existential dread of their circumstance, whether as so they don't abstract or so her own crisis doesn't get to her is up in the air. She takes her steps forward as she usually does to new people, but doesn't know what to properly say seeing as you're not freaking out about the situation.

Seeing her around you a lot is something you'd best get used to, whether it's a short, simple chat on how you're holding up or talking about nothing within the walls of the tent, getting Ragatha to leave is quite the task. She refuses to leave you alone with Jax, as in her eyes & years of being around him, he might chip away at your sanity, small at first but grows worse over time until it's too late, claiming she's somehow surprised someone hasn't abstracted because of him.

Jax:

Nobody's sure if Jax's frequent bullying is merely an aspect of who he is or his way of coping with living in the circus, it's doesn't matter either way, he won't give a luculent answer. Jax isn't one to comfort a new face, opting to hectoring them until Ragatha stops him towards causing the other's disquietude.

Your breezy attitude doesn't deter him from his usual antics, including said frolics being thrown at you. Your lack of reaction to the prank both throws off the lavender rabbit & bemuses him, just what goes through that head of yours? His motive shift from wanting a reaction from you to seeking to see what makes you tick, what you experienced to make you have the viewpoint that you do, that makes you merely laugh at your situation rather than panic.

Jax sees fit to insert himself into conversations without a need to explain himself & brushes off any questions thrown at him, every attempt to interrogate him tends to end with Jax dragging you off with him, maybe to not start an argument with Ragatha or Zooble or perhaps he got bored of the conversation, who knows what goes on in his head. Any thought of suspect for his behavior towards you is out his head a second later, you don't seem to mind so his mind discerns no issue with his comportment & is what Jax uses as an excuse, true reason for his frequent presence around you.

#yandere #yandere headcanons #platonic yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere tadc #yandere the amazing digital circus #yandere pomni #yandere Ragatha #yandere Jax #yandere The Amazing Digital Circus x reader #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc pomni #tadc ragatha #tadc jax #tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader

[justporo]

A Night of Song and Laughter (Part 6)

In which Astarion basically says "Murder is okay, but it's not okay to disrespect my wife". A lot of swearing in this one, be warned - also Astarion's bares his claws.

So - ARE YOU READY FOR ANOTHER ONE?? I'm honestly so tired, at the moment, it's doing my job at day, being a fanfic writer and servant to the fandom at night. Which results in poor sleep schedule and eating habits. Didn't even get to keep playing for a few days. But I love all the things happening, all the content people create and people liking my content as well - after all I am just as prone to flattery as Astarion is.

Also I should make a post where I will link all chapters - I will do that probably tonight or tomorrow - depending on how quick writing the next part will be.

You know the drill by now, you can already continue reading on AO3!

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

(Gif from here!)

Astarion quickly made to take everyone’s drink orders. When Daegin opted to get off his stool and get himself another beer and almost fell off it, Eodin just about caught him and convinced him to take a round of water. So the dwarf complained and made to rest his head on the table.

Before Astarion left for the bar he threw a quick questioning glance at you, with it asking if it would be okay to leave you for a few moments. You nodded slightly and smiled reassuringly at him but in fact you were dreading to be alone with these people even though they were your friends.

When Lira offered to go with him to help carry everything your heart sank even deeper. Closing your eyes for a short moment, you steeled yourself for the words that would definitely be had once Astarion and Lira would be out of earshot. At least they would think that, when you were pretty sure Astarion would use every one of his heightened vampiric and elven senses to not miss a single word.

When you opened your eyes again you saw how Lira practically beamed at Astarion who was much taller than her. She didn’t even reach his shoulders. Lira had always been your closest friend in the group, she was truly a sweetheart – you had wondered how she did make such a formidable thief though since she seemed so honest and soft. You were more than sure Astarion already had a place in her heart, and she would use the moments she had to completely obliterate the vampire with many more questions about him and your relationship. The thought made you smile.

Astarion swiftly and elegantly managed to navigate through the now much bigger crowd to the bar while making sure the much smaller half-elf wasn’t pushed over by anyone in the pretty drunk crowd. You could barely make a step without bumping into people, so he softly touched her shoulder, kept his hand there lightly and motioned her to walk in front of him, so she wouldn’t be elbowed in the face by accident. She was completely oblivious to his show of polite chivalry since she had started bombarding him with questions about himself and Tav.

“Have you been together long? Did you save her like a hero on a white horse and she inevitably fell for you? Wait, you said, she saved you, what happened? Are you staying in Baldur’s Gate? We have to meet again some time, I need to know absolutely everything. You two are such a beautiful couple, Gods, you would have gorgeous babies! Does she make you happy? She seems so happy, I’ve never seen her this happy, you have to take good care of her for me, promise?” Astarion kept softly nudging her to get her to move to the bar while she basically kept walking backwards and blabbering. Since he was also trying to focus on the conversation that no doubt was going on at the table he had just left, he only gave pretty short answers to Lira: “A few months now. Once or twice, no horse needed though, they bite too much for my liking. Much longer story. We are. I’m sure we can. Uhm, thank you.” But the last few things Lira had said and asked made Astarion focus entirely on her. He looked at her expecting face and replied: “She makes me very happy and in a way, I didn’t think I could ever feel. And if I truly make her only a fraction as happy as she’s made me, I can be considered the luckiest man in all of Baldur’s Gate, nay, Faerun. And I’ll promise you I will do anything I can to keep her happy and safe as long as she’ll want me by her side.” The sudden change in tone and sincerity in his words stopped Lira in her rambling. “Wow”, she simply whispered silently and looked at Astarion. Then she suddenly jumped to give him a quick hug. Astarion almost made to step out of reach before her arms went around his waist, but he let it happen. The concept of hugging was still pretty new to him, except with you of course. And since he didn’t quite know how to react correctly in such a situation, he just kind of went to awkwardly pat the adorable half-elf on the back. This was still new, but he was pretty sure that it was nice and warmth filled his chest.

Lira let go off him, seemingly also surprised by her sudden outburst: “Sorry… I’m just so happy for her… and for you too!” She smiled warmly then turned around, since they were finally at the bar. “Soooo – I am certainly invited to the wedding, am I not? Can I be Tav’s Maid of Honor?” Astarion would have probably blushed would that have been possible for him. Did anyone ever make him this flustered in a matter of hours since meeting? Well, you probably, but other than that? He was released from questioning though when the barmaid came over and took their order. As they waited, Astarion decided he definitely liked this one of your friends and decided to be his best polite and interested self and asked Lira to tell him about herself.

You watched the two of them wander off into the crowd. Then you remembered the two rather grim faces in front of you and the one, that was already much too drunk to actually really notice anything.

Eodin had crossed the arms over his chest again, dropping the façade completely: “You have some nerve, Tav.” His tone was bitter. You see Miyena’s lip slightly curve into a smirk. “You disappear for months, leave us with a load of jobs, we can’t finish because we need your goddamn elven ass, since you are the best with sleight of hand and all. Which made us not only miss out on said jobs but also caused us to lose most of our clients, because now we seem to be the most unreliable band of thieves this city has ever seen! And then you reappear with this fucking elven twink and basically let him take you right on the fucking table like a slut!”, Eodin’s voice rises more and more during his rant while Miyena’s malicious smirk grows bigger. At least you can tell who it was who spewed so much venom into his ear. Daegin didn’t seem to react even though Eodin was practically shouting, in fact, you could hear some soft snoring.

You are completely dumbstruck. Had you expected a verbal ass-whooping? Absolutely! Had you expected this? Absolutely not! The feelings of guilt you had for abandoning your friends albeit there hadn’t been anything you could’ve done about this vanished in an instant. His words were pure venom and you could feel rage slowly rear inside you. Being angry about all of this was the one thing but it was the way he said it, especially with the intonation of your and Astarion’s elven heritage and calling you a slut? You were done with the niceties and you started to feel murderous.

You sucked on your teeth and mimicked Eodin’s aggressive stance, looked him straight in the eyes and asked: “Mind telling me, what exactly changed in the past months I wasn’t here? I get being angry and wanting an explanation. What I don’t get is you insulting me and Astarion – who you’ve never met before today, might I add – making a scene here in front of everyone and especially, what specifically makes this about me being an elf?” You saw how Miyena side-eyed him and raised an expectant eyebrow. “And you certainly didn’t think of me as slut, when I jerked you off and you were too drunk to get it up properly! You disgust me!” He winced at the mention of this particularly embarrassing night you had shared, which incidentally had been the last. You were disgusted by the memory. Bile was raising in your throat, making you gag – why did you ever think this guy deserved you at all?

“Well, I thought you weren’t like them – all fleeting attention, mysteries, riddles. I thought I knew you, Tav, I thought you were my friend… and I even thought you were more for some time. I thought you were one of us, so sweet and nice… So… indeed, Tav, what has changed?” You couldn’t believe your ears. Never had your elven heritage made any difference at all, especially since you’d grown up on the city streets and hadn’t had the comfort of a sheltered childhood far off in the woods in some elven enclave. His words hurt. You might’ve never seen him in the way he once wanted you, but he had been a close friend, an understanding friend. This angry and obviously jealous side was not only new but disgusting to you. Your eyes wandered over to Miyena who was still smirking. “Well, for starters”, you said “thinking really ever wasn’t your strong suit. You should leave that to the others. Ah, but seems you already handed that duty over to Miyena here.” You turned to the tiefling and threw her a death glare: “Don’t think I don’t see how you’ve been smirking and side-eyeing Eodin the whole time, you bitch. You always wanted everything for yourself. Go ahead, you can have him, his limp-dick and all loot and coin you get from your jobs, I don’t care.” The tiefling woman looked ready to throw daggers at you. Eodin opened his mouth, now having at least the decency to look the slightest bit guilty, but you lifted your hand before he could speak and continued: “If all it takes for you to turn against me and discriminate me is being away for a few months, then consider everything – our work friendship, our work arrangement – separated. You were always very impressionable, but never would I have thought you were so easy to turn into a hot toxic pile of garbage. Go right on with Miyena, but be careful, she was already eyeing Astarion, because she always wants what others have.” And with that you ended your spiteful little speech.

The man and the tiefling looked at each other for a second, then continued to stare angrily at you. A year back, you ‘d never would have called them out on their bullshit, you had indeed changed. Back then you would have eaten up the shame and would have given in to your strong people-pleasing tendency. But you were done taking the world’s and everyone’s shit and be thankful for mere scraps they threw you, you deserved better than this – something your vampiric soulmate had taught you. “Now, you can fuck off or you can stay and be nice for the night because I don’t want to spoil the evening for Lira and Daegin”, you added when neither of them said anything.

This suddenly seemed to get Miyena and Eodin out of their stupor. Miyena simply hissed at you, when Eodin spat: “Why don’t you fuck off, you and that arrogant elven prick. Who is he really anyway, did you sell yourself off to him as a plaything or mistress or something? You don’t belong…”

A glint of silver and there was a blade at each Miyena’s and Eodin’s throat. Astarion was standing impossibly close behind them both, his arms around each of their shoulders. He’d masterfully had sneaked up behind them. To others, it would have looked simply like a drunken hug from afar – only the two daggers pressing against their necks were distracting from that. “I’d advise you to hold very still or you’ll find out exactly how prickly I can be”, Astarion whispered to them in a voice that was actually rather made for candle light and dark bedrooms, his red eyes were glinting with fury. The tiefling slightly hissed at him but tensed, Eodin just whimpered.

“Now, I really did not appreciate your tone and how you spoke to my partner. But seeing as I was enjoying myself so much tonight, I’m giving you one more chance. You can be nice little puppies now and be polite and graceful for the rest of the evening. And after tonight I never want to see a shred of you again”, he whispered to them hoarsely, his mouth wandering from Eodin’s ear to Miyena’s and back again. The daggers pressed slightly harder against their throats now.

“Or”, Astarion drawled and smiled wickedly “you can fuck off right now, just as my lovely lady here proposed. Choose as you wish but behave or I will splatter you all over the walls.” You swallowed hard, did he have to be this threatening and with that tone in his voice. In a very twisted way, you enjoyed what was happening way too much. Gods, you loved when Astarion became all protective. And something wild and dark in you enjoyed his threatening, predatory demeanor. The softest gasp left your mouth and you squeezed your thighs together – hard. This was not the time to get aroused. Astarion heard though and his eyebrow shot up, his eyes flicking to yours for a split second and his signature smirk found its way back on his lips.

“What will it be now?”, he then whispered to his two captives again “I wouldn’t want to end the night in bloodshed – well, maybe a little.” He grinned baring his fangs and licked over his lips slowly. Eodin turned completely pale and Miyena’s eyes widened.

“Go… let us go”, the man whispered and started to struggle against Astarion’s hold while trying to not get knicked by the knife at his throat.

“Then have it your way”, Astarion sneered and in one swift movement withdrew his daggers, turned them around and pushed them off into the crowd - hard. They stumbled away, bumping into the people around them but quickly made their way away from you.

Astarion rolled his shoulders and sighed dramatically, then looked at you grinning: “Ah, darling, so good to be alone with you again, don’t you think?” His eyes wandered down your body and he licked his lips again. “Nothing like a little drama and knife play to spice up the night, am I right?” His red eyes turned even darker with an impossible hunger shining in them. You gulped, Daegin snored.

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[marypaol]

Unexpected Smile

Draco x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None that I’m mindful of :)

Summary: Reader likes Potions class, but dreads attending because of the Professor who teaches it. But that all ends when she is paired up with Draco to make a Potion.

Note: I don’t use Y/N, and this is kind of a long one. Long but worth it :)

Thing to Notice: I’m sorry if there isn’t enough talking between Reader and Draco, I just wanted to give the feel of Draco’s book personality. This is how I personally think he would react.

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“I expect you to have this done by Friday. Class dismissed.”

Snape’s voice grumbled for the last time that day before the noise of his demands were replaced with chairs squeaking and bags closing. The girl herself got up, putting her ink and quill into the bag she carried before she left the classroom, wanting to leave the boring and brain frying class behind. She didn’t dislike Potions, she was quite fond of the class, rather if she didn’t have that particular Professor she would like the experience of mixing unordinary things in a cauldron much better. She couldn’t quite figure out what it was about the certain teacher at Hogwarts the made her dislike him, but she did know that his favor towards the Slytherins (coming from a Slytherin herself) wasn’t truly fair in her opinion. She of course didn’t speak of this, for Slytherins shouldn’t be compassionate according to her mother but in little moments like that she couldn’t help but do so.

It wasn’t until a certain day in Potions that she happened to take an excessive liking to the class along with the Professor; for this was a rare occurrence. It was for the reason of being in pairs for that lesson, her partner being someone that was known as the biggest snob in the history of snobs. He was so full of himself, making no such effort to make himself known as Malfoy’s son. But what was said about him didn’t effect her opinion on the boy, for she thought that since he tried so hard to give people the impression that his family was picture perfect he must have something more real beneath the surface. The surface which he tried to keep iced but ice melted is water every time. She personally thought there wasn’t a reason to not do that, since everyone had something they didn’t want everyone around them to know. Even her, for she didn’t want everyone to know how bad her anxiety got when it was about either schoolwork or just nothing. She couldn’t help her hands shaking and her lungs running out of air but no one could know that. No one will know that. So she would understand when someone wouldn’t want to open up to her, or someone else in general when it comes to what they are going through.

But at the moment when her and Draco’s name left Snape’s lips, and he reluctantly got up from his seat to join the usually empty seat beside her, she wanted nothing more than him to tell her every insecurity he ever had; past or present. Every problem on his mind about anything at all.

But of course it was foolish and silly to think that, for she knew that she was someone he wouldn’t ever think about talking to since they’ve never encountered before this moment.

So when the boy sat down beside her she smiled softly, giving him the gentlest welcome she could master, only to get a quiet snarl in response; she shrugged it off quickly though, despite the ever so soft sting in her chest.

After the what felt like year lasting instructions were spoken students started shuffling around, getting the best looking ingredients out of the supply that was there.

The girl was surprised when she saw that Draco had already gotten the things, separating the supplies accordingly into groups.

After a few seconds she wasn’t that surprised as she once, because she figured he got up when she wasn’t looking or did so before everyone else did to get first dibs; or just magic was simply the answer. Either way she didn’t mind as Draco handed her the feathers, signaling her to separate and chop them.

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“How do you know to do that?”

The voice was sharp and demanding, interrupting her current task at hand. She looked up at Draco, his face displaying curiosity and what looked like annoyance.

“To dice not chop.” He questioned, nodding to the diced mint leaves that were carefully cut on the cutting board in front of her. She found herself sinking down, a feeling of embarrassment settling in her chest as his eyes continued to linger on her.

“Well leaves are mostly diced when being put in a Potion; it helps the scent release and the effects to happen more quickly.” She explained, feeling her cheeks heat up as his eyes scanned her face, studying her like an open book he was taking notes on before a big exam. The silver eyes on her greatly impacted her, a fact she quickly noticed and wasn’t embarrassed to admit to herself.

He finally seemed to stop examining her, eyes showing a spark of interest.

“Oh.” He said shortly. “I will keep that in mind I suppose.”

If anyone else in the grounds of Hogwarts were to be told that by Draco Malfoy himself, they would be given the impression of mocking and annoyance, but she dug deeper and found appreciation and thanksgiving for the quick tip of the subject she knew he loved. She’s always noticed how Draco was good at Potions, always knowing reactions and understanding directions in the book easier than others. And that, right there, was one of the many reasons why she wanted to see the water surface and not the iced.

She made sure to smile soft, picking up the cutting board and scraping the diced leaves into the cauldron as he mixed counterclockwise slowly with the wooden spoon. What she did take notice of was not only did the liquid inside start to bubble and change color, but the normally straight-line formed lips stretched into a soft smile in exchange.

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[jsluvtzu]

i promise

minatozaki sana x fem!reader

summary: promises are made to be broken

cw: angst, slight fluff, suggestive towards the end, mentions of cheating, men dni

wc: 1.9k

a/n: my first fic!! please feel free to leave any feedback or suggestions :) pink text is a flashback

it's been one year. one year since you got your heart ripped to pieces. one year since your entire soul was crushed and you were broken down into absolutely nothing. one year since the girl you loved and thought loved you back left and took remnants of your heart with her. but that was a year ago. a lot can change in a year, right? now you were genuinely smiling again, going out with friends, finding peace. thoughts of her slowly faded away, only the good moments popping up once in a while. you were moving on.

at least that what's you thought until she showed up at your front door at 1 am on a saturday night. 

you heard soft knocks on the door as you sat on the couch, catching up on the last few chapters of your book. since it was raining tonight, you thought nothing of it. until you heard it again, this time louder and more familiar. you recognized that stuttered pattern of knocking that sana had, memories of the daily occurrence of her showing up unannounced flashing through your mind. still, there's no way it would be her at your door right? not after how things ended between you both. 

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"you're being so fucking ridiculous right now, y/n. i told you it was just a work trip, right? do you not trust me?" the venom laced in sana's voice made you flinch. "i do trust you, sana. i just want the truth this time that's all." tears welled up in your eyes at the thought of her questioning your trust in her. "i just needed a break from all this" sana gestures her hand around the room, almost pointing directly at you. "all this? what are you saying?" you hesitated as you realized the intention behind her words. sana scoffed as she pressed her hand to her forehead, pacing around the room. as you stood there watching her get increasingly frustrated, you couldn't help but dread hearing her answer. you wanted the truth, but you knew it would hurt so much more than hearing her usual excuse.

the silence in the room was filled with your soft sniffling and tears that started falling without you even realizing it. sana froze up and took a deep breath, opening her mouth to say something, but not coming up with anything. your eyes were glued to the floor and your body felt weak. you couldn't even bare to look at her. "just tell me what really happened that night. please." your pleading was barely audible and your voice was small. "nothing happened, y/n. i promise."

this wasn't the first time she had been on a "work trip" and came back with a piece of evidence of her sins. it's the fifth time you've allowed her to walk all over you and force you to just accept it. "i saw it." but this time you were fed up with the lies. done with her blatant ignorance for your feelings. "what are you talking about?" sana asked as she started cracking her knuckles, a nervous tic she has. "the lipstick mark on your shirt. and the pictures. i saw it." you started choking up and the tears started flowing again. there's a pause in the atmosphere and sana doesn't say anything. she goes to sit on the edge of your shared bed. thinking. thinking of another bullshit excuse to give you. "i'm sorry." was the only thing she could come up with this time.

sana stood up and slowly walked over to you, your back turned and body frozen. she grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers with hers. you hated it. you hated the way her hand fit perfectly in yours. hated the way her hands were the perfect amount of warmth and how soft they were. you were repulsed by her touch. and it hurt so fucking bad. you loved her so much, but you couldn't feel anything for her except disgust. you snatched your hand away from hers, making sana jump. you looked up at her for the first time in what felt like hours. you scanned her perfect features for any sense of guilt, or regret. nothing. only finding a small smile spread across her lips after finally making eye contact with you.

"you should leave." you managed to say as you silently praised yourself for having the courage to. sana's smile dropped and her eyebrows furrowed, confused. she chuckled in disbelief, not fully understanding the weight behind your statement. "what?" her voice slightly above a whisper. "i said you should leave." you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood as you tried to hold back your tears and looked her directly in those pretty eyes of hers. fuck. sana slightly stepped back, shocked at the depravity of the situation and the consequences of her actions. a few minutes passed and sana collected herself enough to walk out of your room and house, slamming the door behind her. you broke down onto your knees as soon as you heard the door close, sobbing and debating if you made the right decision.

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putting your book down, you got up to look through the peephole of your door, seeing the exact person you never thought you would ever see again. "what the hell?" you thought to yourself as you slowly unlocked and opened the door. seeing her again made your breath hitch and you felt those pushed down feelings crawling back up. her clothes were drenched with rainwater and her hair was damp. "hi." you saw a held back smile form on her face. you stared at her and stood back to let her in without saying anything. sana cautiously walked inside and took her shoes off, dropping her soaked jacket next to them. you noticed how her hair got longer. darker. her eye bags were abnormally visible and her figure got slimmer. god, has she been eating properly? you quickly shook off that instinctive concern towards her and brought yourself back to reality. 

"do you want tea?" you asked, knowing it was the usual when you were together. sana would come over and you would make each of you a cup of tea as you sat on the couch together. loving each other. but that's not what it is anymore. "no, i'm good. thank you." you nodded in response, slightly hurt at the end of the tradition. as you shuffled around the kitchen, you heard her call you.

"y/n." sana's tone was serious and you turned around from the kitchen island to face her. "can we talk? please?" she sounded so vulnerable. a side of her you don't remember seeing. you walked over to the couch and sat down on your usual side. the same couch where laughter and better memories were once made. sana joined you and sat on her side. your assigned spots on the shared couch remained the same, making you smile to yourself.

sana was stiff. reserved. her leg was bouncing up and down as she cracked her slender fingers on her left hand. your eyes were focused on her. observing her. "how are you?" you asked to try and relieve the tension in the room. "good, good, yeah. i've been good. how about you?" she was lying again. "i've been good too." sana looked at you and seemed almost upset hearing that. she nodded and looked back down to her feet.

"why are you here, sana?" there was no answer from her and you saw how restless she was getting. in the moment of silence, you reflected on things and realized how much you missed her. you missed her intoxicating scent. her presence. her laugh. her smile. it felt like home to you. she was home. all you wanted to do was hug her and tell her everything was okay, but you knew it was wrong. you silently cursed yourself for feeling this way.

"i just needed to see you." she finally said. "i wanted to properly apologize for what i did. everything. i fucked up i know. i'm so sorry, y/n, i took you for granted and i didn't realize what i was losing. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry." her words were all jumbled together and she said sorry more times than you could count. her vulnerability was fully shown, tears streaming down her face and into the palms of her hands. you felt yourself crying along with her, but you quickly wiped the tears away. after choking out a couple more apologies in between her sobs, she looked up and saw your glassy eyes. she turned to face her body to you, giving you her full attention. "i've honestly been so lost without you y/n. i'm not doing good at all. i lied, okay. ever since that night, you're all i think about. i regret everything y/n i'm so fucking sorry. i still love you so much. i never stopped loving you. i was just too dumb to realize what i was doing to you. i’m so sorry for hurting you like that." sana frantically spewed out everything and you wondered just how long she's been waiting to get it off her chest.

she slightly slid closer to you, careful not to overstep the invisible wall between you. "y/n. please. say something. anything?" sana watched you intently as you sat there, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"why did you wait until now?" you finally said as you wrapped your arms around yourself in a form of self comfort. "i don't know. i just needed time to think. i was immature and was too embarrassed to admit it." she shook her head, disappointed in herself. "but i want us to try again. doing things the right way this time. maybe. i don't know." she sounded unsure of herself, almost like she was leaving everything up to you. she glanced at you to look for a reaction. any reaction. you let out a deep sigh. "sana.." your grip on yourself got tighter, grounding you. this was everything you've ever wanted to hear from her. everything you asked for back then. part of you wanted so badly to drop everything and say yes right then and there, but the rational part of you was forcing yourself to hold back.

"i know. yeah it's a bad idea." she sounded defeated and ran her hands through her damp, tangled hair. "i just don't wanna get hurt again, sana. i've been happy." you winced when you were reminded of what sana put you through. she looked at you with those same pretty eyes, slightly pouting. she moved even closer to you than before, placing her hand on your knee.

her perfume was strong and you felt an odd sense of comfort from it. she observed your face and admired your soft features. she reached her hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear, making every move gently and carefully. you untensed your body and let your arms drop into your lap. sana rested her hand on your cheek, caressing your smooth skin while she looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. you leaned into her touch and she noticed it right away, smiling at your action. you missed her so bad. but it was so wrong. you were making such good progress. you were healing. how dare she just show up like this and fuck everything up?

but none of that mattered anymore when her face somehow got impossibly close to yours. her thumb soothingly rubbed back on forth on your cheek as she eyed your lips with a slight hint of lust. your breathing got heavier and the tension was imminent. your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned in and closed the gap between you two, feeling her soft, warm lips against yours. you moaned into the kiss, deepening it with your hands pulling her closer around the back of her neck. she tasted so sweet that it was almost addicting. sana kissed you back passionately, using this opportunity as a way to show you how sorry she really was. you pulled away to catch your breath, pressing your foreheads together, breathing together in sync. "i'm not gonna hurt you ever again, y/n. i promise." and you knew it was only a matter of time before her promise was broken again.

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[therunawaykind]

don't wanna break up again

Pairing: Leigh Shaw x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Genre: Pinch of angst? fluff

Warnings: None unless you hate the names Leigh & Danny in the same sentence quite a bit

A/N: Long time no see! (again) writer's block and just simply getting the inspiration and motivation to write have been fucking dreadful these last few months. I dunno what was going on. Hopefully, all things going well this is my slow return to posting regularly again on here. If not then whoops you'll see me again at some stage. Who would've thought Leigh Shaw and Ariana Granda was gonna be my breakthrough for writing stuff not me that's for sure. This is my very loose interpretation of Ariana Grande's 'don't wanna break up again' I saw someone say it was very Leigh x Danny coded then this transpired. I hope I have done this some justice I imagine my writing abilities are a bit rusty so bear with me and I hope you all enjoy!

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If there was one thing Leigh was certain of since Matt’s death it was how complicated and difficult her life had become, ranging from devastating revelations to do with Matt and his teacher co-worker Nina, living with a Jules who is now a recovering sober alcoholic, dealing with her mother Amy with her previous breakdown she had where she moved to Alaska which subsequently led to her breakthrough of wanting to travel and basically just live somewhere else that wasn’t in Los Angeles, that wasn’t home.

In addition to that after Leigh’s breakdown after choosing to leave with Jules to go to Vietnam, she ultimately decided just to stay living in their family home whilst both Jules and her mother left for however long they decided. Leigh also decided to take over Beautiful Beast for Jules until she was ready to come back…if she ever did but nonetheless she couldn’t let all of Jules’ hard work go to waste. And last but not least the absolute travesty that of her and Danny whatever that thing is, it’s complicated, messy and above all else unhealthy all over for the both of them. Not to delve too much into the ups and downs of their….thing the latest situation ended up with Danny punching a hole in the wall of Leigh’s home, to sum it up in a simple phrase “People don’t slam their fists through walls when things are going well.”

The one positive and healthy yet still slightly complicated thing in Leigh’s life which happened unexpectedly was well… Y/N. Granted one of the only aspects that made it complicated was the fact you were her “student”, you both met due to you attending Leigh’s classes at Beautiful Beast, the friendship, and conversations which ended up evolving into more flirtatious conversations did just happen out of nowhere unexpectedly. The downfall of the whole friendship between you both was when Danny surprised Leigh at the entrance of Beautiful Beast one night to take her home…then you caught Danny kissing her which again took Leigh by surprise. That night and predicament in question had truly shocked Leigh because from what she knew and understood during that time, it was during one of her and Danny’s off moments, their pause a break essentially.

But in good Leigh fashion the second she saw Danny she started overthinking and thought she interpreted something wrong or missed a certain something, whilst simultaneously thinking this was Danny offering an olive branch and showing her they really can make this work, they can be good and healthy for each other….how wrong she was. So understandably from then on you started to distance yourself and pull away from Leigh after that by not talking, hanging out or texting as much. Unbeknownst to Leigh any hope you had of having some sort of relationship with her plummeted very quickly after that. 

Leigh knew whatever they had going on wasn’t good for either of them and would never last, it was a cycle they couldn’t break….well she couldn’t break. It was a lifeline for them both, the last small bit of connection they both had to Matt in some way. On one hand, Leigh had this negative and toxic relationship that she couldn’t leave, she couldn’t escape it. Somehow it always kept dragging her back in no matter how many times night and day it had her distraught, crying and attempting to soothe herself. On the other hand, Leigh had this seemingly hopeful, positive and healthy relationship she could have with you.

But before she even tried to give that relationship a chance she had to try to get out of this fucking cycle she couldn’t seem to get out of and no matter how hard she tried. Whenever she asked Jules for advice on the relationship, much to nobody's surprise always went something like this. 

“Leigh you need to end this thing with Danny and go no contact with him at least for some time, this is not healthy for either of you. I mean come on Leigh he punched a hole in the wall at our house. Let me remind you when I was living with you Leigh after mom left, just how many times I’d hear quiet sobs from your room, you talking to yourself to make yourself feel better and reassure yourself everything was going to be okay, that everything was gonna be fine. And I couldn’t get in because 1. You’d lock the door, 2. You wouldn’t respond when I asked if you were okay and lastly, when you did,  you’d just say you were fine, you were okay. Once one of you starts to feel happier and healthier the other drags the other one down simply just by being around.

I know you don’t want to go through another break-up or heartbreak….but you’re doing it to yourself constantly by staying in this with Danny or maybe…. You keep going back to this thing with Danny because you don’t want to hurt him and his heart completely. And if you do fully disappear from his life because to him you're his last link to Matt and right now you know full well you are leading him on and have him believing you two can have some semblance of a future together no matter how complicated it may be. I know this is a weird way to word it but… I think you know Matt wouldn’t want or like Danny to be experiencing this level of hurt and anguish as much as he is, not even specifically with you just with anyone.

But let’s not forget just how much you did hurt Danny initially when he was staying away from you and you wouldn’t let it happen. You forced your way into his life because you needed him to love you. Who knows maybe some ways down the line in the future when you’re both fully healed or at least somewhat…you two can be friends and have that last link to Matt. But also do remember that doesn’t mean you have to stop contact with Matt’s mother…. You can still have a link to him in some shape and form.”

That’s what she’d deal with, she knew and understood completely what Jules was saying yet she couldn’t bring herself to do it….unfortunately. She wishes Danny would end up being the person to end it but the chances of that happening are slim to none. But with the possibilities that awaited her on the other side of things…she knew what she had to do, end things with Danny then she had to get the friendship with Y/N back to what it was, and she had to show you that you weren't going to be just some rebound, that she saw a future with this relationship she saw it going the distance. 

When she thought about the aspects of the relationship she had with Y/N the only way Leigh could describe how she felt…was how she felt when she was with Matt. With you, it finally felt like Leigh had gotten the best and good part of herself back that as Leigh put it Matt had taken with him when he died. It felt like she could finally breathe again and live her life to the fullest. Fortunately for Leigh yet quite sadly when the friendship between you both was at its best Matt left her alone, and Leigh’s recurring what she would consider nightmares of Matt and Nina living out the life she lived with him finally stopped.

Now all she had to do was start the process and uncomplicate her life which starts with talking to Danny.

As Leigh anxiously approaches the door to the apartment she knows so well, she nervously wrings out her hands and fingers. She had texted Danny the night before asking him if would it be okay for her to visit in the morning to talk to him, as Danny eagerly agreed to her calling over she realised at that very moment he was expecting a very different conversation. She hesitantly starts knocking on the door muttering to herself “You can do this, you can do this. You have to do this for yourself, Danny and everyone else in your life but most importantly you and Danny.” After a few seconds, shuffling could be heard behind the door as Leigh took a deep breath in, in an attempt to calm herself down and get all of her feelings under control.

Once the door opened a weak nervous smile spread across her face, Leigh quickly scans Danny trying to figure out how he really is, as she sees him start to step out and lean in to give her a quick kiss but before anything of the sort can happen Leigh quickly steps in and gives him a quick hug as she states “so is it alright for me to come in?” as she smiles quickly at him. Danny’s face scrunches up in confusion as Leigh quickly pats his stomach as she steps past him into his apartment, he lets out an exasperated sigh and throws his head back slightly and he turns around to walk into his apartment closing the door behind him. 

When Danny finally turns to face Leigh he can’t help but notice her looking around his apartment and the constant nervous fidgeting with her fingers, her hair and her neck. He sighs to himself “Alright Leigh what is this about you said you wanted to talk.” 

Leigh jumps slightly as she spins around to face him “ I- well- yeah you’re right I did, I did.” rubbing her now sweaty palms off of the side of her jeans and slowly sits herself down on Danny's sofa. Taking a deep breath in and bringing her hands up to her mouth “I- I can imagine from the way I’m acting and just how difficult it is for me to start this conversation and say what I actually want to….that you already know what this conversation is about and where it’s heading.” Hearing a quiet sigh beside her Leigh glances quickly out the side of her eye seeing Danny leaning forward slightly with his head down and forearms leaning on his knees. “But Danny this thing has to be stopped, I- we’re both hurting each other continuously whether we realise it or not. I mean need I remind ourselves of the punching a hole in the wall situation.”

That got a small chuckle out of Danny as he shook his head slightly clicking his tongue. “And I mean it wasn’t just you Danny, I forced you to be around me when you didn’t want to, in our own little ways, we were selfish when it came to this situation. Now I know I stated and promised you before that I would never have a life that didn’t have you in it…but whilst we’re both still healing and dealing with our grief that obviously still hasn’t gone anywhere. We do really need to not be in each other's lives anymore, no contact, no talking in any shape or form no stupid lil emoji texts anymore.” 

Biting his lip and sitting back Danny exclaims “But Leigh that’s EXACTLY what you’re doing, you’re leaving, you’re having a life without me! You obviously think and believe you don’t need me!” 

“I’M NOT LEAVING YOU, I’M NOT HAVING A LIFE WITHOUT YOU”

“LEIGH THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT YOU’RE DOING CAN YOU NOT HEAR WHAT YOU’RE SAYING” 

“DANNY!” scoffing to herself and shaking her head as she calmly states ”See this, this here exactly happening right now is why we need to take a step back from each other. We can’t even have a normal conversation without blowing up and ending up yelling at each other. The only time we aren’t killing each other is when we’re having sex and- and even then since we had that conversation in that casino resort we both know Matt is still weirdly on our minds during that. I- I think no matter how much we try or maybe want some sort of actual loving relationship with each other…it’ll never work. The only thing we ever can be to each other is friends.” Leigh shakes her head and licks her lips slightly “Just a friendship. Because we are hurting each other and ourselves from the inside out. We have to heal by ourselves, without the other in our lives and move on. And hopefully at some stage down the line whenever we’re both happy and healthy we can get back in contact with the other.”

Leigh smirks as she sways from side to side “Cause I can’t lie Danny I think we’d be pretty kick-ass friends together don’t ya think.” She grins as she nudges Danny with her shoulder, clearing his throat and nodding “Yeah- yeah I think we would be. And I can’t lie I get what you’re saying I understand hell I see it completely. It- it is just a difficult thing to let go of even if it is just for a little bit.” 

Biting her lip and rubbing Danny’s arm “I get it, Danny I do believe me but you still have your mom. You both can get through this together because it was just as difficult for her to… You are all she has left. And I’ll- I'm staying in contact with her or at this stage more like getting in contact with her more considering she still is my mother-in-law or ex-mother-in-law anyways specifics isn’t the important thing here.” 

Danny laughs slightly and nods “Yeah, yeah she’d like that.” Both sit back against the sofa in silence basking in the reality of what now has to be undertaken the reality of it hitting them simultaneously. Rubbing her hands anxiously up and down her legs as she slowly drags out “rigghtt I guess- I guess I better go now and leave us both to our journey of healing, growth whatever you wanna call it.” Leigh laughs as she mumbles to herself “god I sound like my mother” She walks to the door with Danny right behind her as Leigh opens the door she turns around and smiles at Danny as they both embrace each other in a hug for the last time till…who knows how long. Both pulling away slowly and giving each other a subtle nod as Leigh steps out through the door as it closes behind her softly. Leigh takes a deep breath in, the grin spreading across her face going unnoticed by her as she starts to descend the steps of the apartment building.

Leigh was never nervous or anxious when it came to teaching her exercise classes though apparently today was the exception, as she anticipated your arrival. Leigh smiles moving back and forth on her feet as she greets all of the students walking in through the door to her class, anxiously waiting to get a glimpse of your bag, shoes or something as you come through the front door. Considering since you distanced yourself from her she’s noticed you haven’t attended classes all that regularly. Leigh’s eyebrows raise in anticipation as she sees the front doors open happily letting out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding as she saw a glimpse of your bag and shoes come into view. Giddily she lets a grin spread across her face and she nervously picks at her nails seeing you approach the entrance “Hey Y/N it’s nice to see you again, I’m glad you decided to attend and come today.” 

Taken aback by Leigh's greeting and striking up a proper conversation with you after so long did genuinely take you by surprise but couldn’t stop the smile on your face “Hey Leigh, yeah I can’t lie I missed attending these classes I’m sure I’ll get back on track from now on.” Both smiling at each other as you walk past her into the class much to Leigh’s amazement you turn around and say to her “Leigh if I can just say you look great...you just look happy and healthy. Whatever you’ve done or are doing keep it up it suits you.” With her mouth wide open Leigh messily nods and stutters out “I- I will- I-  Thank you very much, I will be sure to keep it up.” Leigh turns around to the door to hide and mutters to herself “Idiot”.

Much to her relief though the class was a success and she didn’t stumble or trip over any more of her words whenever she got closer to you throughout her class as she moved around the room. After the class finished Leigh quickly grabbed her towel off the floor wiping the sweat off of her as she said goodbye to everyone, in her peripheral vision she could see you deliberately taking your sweet ass time packing away all of your stuff. Biting her lip she attempted to suppress the smile taking over her face. 

As she said goodbye to one of the last students she sauntered across the room towards you as she started fiddling with the towel around her neck. “Sooo Y/N” you glanced up at her as you were putting on your shoes “What's up Leigh?” 

She smiles at you abashedly as she scratches her head “I just wanna say sorry and give you a quick apology for anything I said or did that created that distance and made us pull away from each other. Because- because for that length of time, I really did miss seeing you and your face around here but I’m glad to see you back now.” Nervously scratching the back of your neck “Yeah umm I just-” shaking your head slightly as you let out a breath “I just had some stuff I had to figure out and work on to clear my head a bit and- unfortunately, sadly to do that I kinda had to step away and distance myself from you and well all things relating to you. But I- I think I’ve figured it all out now.” 

You can’t help but notice the hopeful glint in Leigh’s eyes and smile “Oh really? A positive figure it out I hope?” 

Grinning and nodding confidently “Yeah- yeah it does seem that way.” Both of you stare at each other smiling to your heart's content as both of your eyes scan the other person. You clear your throat as you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks and glance around the room “Anyways I should probably head off and leave you to clean up the place or whatever it is you have left to do around here.”  Leigh absentmindedly nods her head but ultimately starts panicking as you pick up your bag and wave goodbye to her, she quickly sprints after you saying between breaths “Or or- or albeit this isn’t a very nice offer for you to ask-” you raise your eyebrow at her “What is it, Leigh?”

“Um, do you wanna hang out here with me and help me out around here if you aren’t busy? I just- I’ve just missed hanging out and talking with you and thought this might be a nice way for us to catch up.”

“Y’know you are right it isn’t the nicest or most glamorous offer I’ve ever heard but I have missed talking to you Leigh so I’ll stick around and help my favourite fitness instructor out.” 

Leigh whips her head around to face you and stumbles slightly as she starts moving the spare barres placed around the room “Wha- what do you mean favourite fitness instructor? I’m your only fitness instructor.” Smirking over at Leigh as you roll up the extra yoga mats “That you know of, could’ve tried out other places whilst I was MIA” 

“HEY!” Leigh exclaims as she throws a cloth at you 

Laughing at her reaction as you catch the cloth “I’m messing, I’m messing you would be correct, you are the only fitness instructor I know and one that I go to.” You hear a quiet yet stern “good” in response as she goes back to cleaning, laughing and shaking your head in the process.

Since then you and Leigh have practically been inseparable, it was as if nothing had ever happened. She had explained to you fully what went and was going on with her and Danny currently..more like what wasn’t going on. Even though you had said to her repeatedly she didn’t have to that it was none of your business. But you reassured her it was for the better, she made the right decision, she’s doing better because of it and you could only hope the same for Danny. Leigh now had you over at her house….for what she told you would be a quiet night in with both of your favourite takeout foods and as many movies and TV shows as you both could handle.

Which now that you were here was not the case at all. Leigh had gotten the bright idea, the brainwave or as she put it a breakthrough. She felt that the whole house needed to be redecorated and refurnished as it reminded her of sad, difficult and complicated times and she couldn’t stand being reminded of those moments any longer. So who were you to say no to helping her out yet again. As you were sat on the floor dismantling all of the old furniture with Leigh, you saw her peak her head out from the other side “Again I’m sorry about this, it seems like none of my hangouts recently are that exciting and it involves you always having to work.” You laugh and shake your head “Leigh honestly it’s okay I really don’t care what I do as long as it’s with you. But hey it’ll be a nice bonding time for both of us, be a little glimpse of what it’s like if we were to ever live with each other I guess.” You scratch your head and hurriedly get back to dismantling the furniture as you realise what you said. “Did you just say living together?” 

“Psshhh me say that? No never? Must’ve heard things, Leigh.” 

“Mhmm okay sure.” What you didn’t notice was Leigh moving over to you slowly on her knees but jumping slightly as you felt her place her arms on your shoulders in an attempt to get you to raise your head to look at her. Glancing up at her you see the silly little smile on her face “I may not be ready for that yet but I’d like to think we’d end up living together at some stage in the future.” 

Staring at her wide-eyed “R-really?” Leigh grins and nods her head as she whispers against your lips “Really.” Grinning at each other as you both lean in to place kisses on each other's lips which quickly turn into little pecks as Leigh slaps your thigh “Alright let’s get back to work this house isn’t gonna refurnish and redecorate itself. And this furniture certainly won’t dismantle itself.” 

Chuckling to yourself you playfully salute towards Leigh “Aye, aye captain.” 

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Heir to the Throne Pt. 2

Lowkey think this is shit. Enjoy!

You were sitting in Dr. Kinbott’s office with your head thrown back against her sofa as time moved unbearably slow. 

“Oh come on Y/N, this is your second appointment. We can talk more about your art if you’d like? But you have to discuss something with me.” You didn’t answer her right away, just continued to sit while playing with your hands. You felt the small ache in your chest remembering the conversation you had last night.

 _ 

“So you are here to keep an eye on Wednesday?” The hand who introduced himself to you as Thing, gave you a thumbs up. Honestly you weren’t exactly freaked out when you saw him, just confused on why he was knocking on your window. 

 “You aren’t exactly doing a good job if you need help getting to Ophelia Hall.” He was quick to defend himself though, signing to you that Wednesday was getting too suspicious of being watched so he had to duck down for a little bit. 

“Whatever it’s just past the quad and to the left heading towards the library.” 

Thank you

“You’re welcome, see you around campus I guess.” With that you opened the door for him and he scurried right out just as your phone started to ring. You were quick to answer, not wanting to leave your mother waiting.

“Y/n, are you alright? Larissa called me saying she was worried about you.” 

“Everyone is worried about me. When can I come home?” You were being short but you were angry at having to be here in the first place. 

“I know this isn’t the most ideal plan but if it keeps you hidden then it is all worth it my darling. But it’s not going to work if you keep getting into fights.” You knew she was right but it wasn’t your fault. 

“I promise you dear one, we will see each other soon. Now there hasn’t been any new developments?”

“Nothing’s been happening around here mom.”

“Y/N, you know I mean any changes with you. It’s very important you tell me the truth. If something is going on I need to know so your father can’t get to you.”

“He’s not my father!” Your outburst was unnecessary but you just hated the situation as a whole. The man was certainly not a father to you and he shouldn’t have been referred to as such. He was just the sperm donor who only wanted a child to take his place rather than incapable henchmen. 

“Dearheart, please calm down for me. We will get through this. I promise I won’t let him take you from me.”

–

“Y/N? Are you okay?” You quickly looked up to see Dr. Kinbott’s eyes, the overwhelming sense of dread creeping in.

“I’m worried ... .about my comic. My hero is having trouble staying a hero. He feels the weight of the world on his shoulders and he thinks about giving up his mantle. I’m not sure what I should have him do. Do you?”

Kinbott takes a minute to look at you before responding almost as if she was hesitant to answer. “Well I would tell him that there are so many people in his corner and counting on him. Sometimes heroes lose their way but there will always be those to help guide them into the light.” 

“...That was so corny. Geez I just wanted to know if I should have him pass it on and train someone new but I guess not. Anyways, time is up.” You got up from the couch with a smirk on your face taking in the incredulous look Kinbott had on her face before laughing a bit. 

“Oh we are going to talk about this next week Y/N!” You didn’t look back, just threw a wave to her over your shoulder before making your way downstairs.

You heard the end of the conversation before you reached the doors. “I wish you luck.”  Seeing Wednesday close the van’s door before Weems could say anything else was definitely something to ease your mind. 

“If only that was directed to me.”  You said when Wednesday turned around. You weren’t planning to hold her up so you gave her a nod while starting to move around her when you heard shuffling in her bag. 

“Hi Thing.” You slightly whispered so Weems wouldn’t be able to hear before moving closer to the van. What you didn’t catch was Wednesday gazing at you with a look of intrigue before heading upstairs. 

“How did it go?” The smile on Weems face was too big to say anything remotely sarcastic to at this moment. 

“It was fine, she helped me with my art. Is it ok if I go to the Weathervane for a bit? I need to think about some things.”  You could tell she was hesitant to let you go by yourself even if it was just down the street. 

“I promise I won’t cause any trouble and I’ll bring you back a hot chocolate?” You put a dazzling smile on your face, knowing her resolve was crumbling by the second. 

“And could you possibly get me a pastry as well?”

You could feel the stares on you when you walked in the cafe but you were used to it even before Nevermore. It wasn’t more about what you were, it was more about how you presented yourself. So the uniform and the choice of pants instead of the skirt just had people more baffled by you. 

With your enhanced hearing you of course heard every whisper, every scoff, every laugh but you tuned them out, making your way to the counter and placing your order with the normie, Tyler who seemed cool with your presence. Taking a seat near the door, you start to work on some sketches while waiting for your order. 

“Your artwork is somewhat adequate.” You barely heard her coming. Her footsteps were so light, almost like she wasn’t even touching the ground. 

“Thanks, so you’re making your escape now? Honestly I thought you would be gone within the same hour as you arrived.” She seemed at a loss for words, just staring at you before moving on from the subject.

“How do you know Thing?” 

“He knocked on my window last night looking for you. He’s shit at tailing people.” Thing was quick to peek from Wednesday’s bag to flick you off but quickly ducked down at the sound of footsteps. 

“What are Nevermore freaks doing out in the wild?” You closed your eyes in exasperation. You just couldn’t catch a break. When you looked at the small group of normies, you didn’t even try to hold back your laugh. 

“Says the ones dressed as pilgrims.” 

“Yes, why are you dressed as religious fanatics?” 

“We work at Pilgrim World?” One said like that was the most valid explanation while turning over the menu showing the said theme park. You were starting to get bored of the conversation, letting Wednesday insult them again in her unique way but when she stood up you knew just how interesting this was about to be. 

“So tell me freak, have you ever been with a normie?”

“I never found one that could handle me.” With that you got up out of your seat, for once not wanting this to turn violent but apparently the suddenness scared the normie. His friends grabbed at Wednesday making you look back to see her kicking their asses but when you turned back he swung at you landing a solid hit making your head jerk to the side. 

You smiled when you felt your nose start to bleed. It went down so quick after seeing the normie shit himself when you looked back at him. But next thing you know all three of them are on the ground and one's arm is pointing the wrong way. 

You turned to Wednesday to see her already staring at you smirking almost. You couldn’t help but smile thinking she looked nice putting people in their place. But the little moment was ruined when the door opened and the sheriff walked in. 

“Tyler, what the hell’s going on here? 

“They were harassing customers and they put them in their place.” The sheriff looked you both up and down but you still had a goofy smile on your face. 

“This one I can believe but this little thing? Did you help her?”  

“Apologies Sheriff, I sent this one to fetch me something but this one slipped away from me.” She gestured towards you and Wednesday accordingly. You gathered your stuff already moving out the door to the van. You heard the rest of the conversation from there thinking it was weird that the Sheriff had a vendetta against Wednesday’s father but you could just imagine the gleam in her eye at the information. 

The ride back was totally uneventful, just another earful from Weems about fighting but strangely Wednesday came to your defense taking the blame and being struck for merely trying to stop a fight from starting. 

The rest of your day was spent finishing homework and planning out storylines. Now you were sitting on the edge of your balcony listening to Wednesday's elegant cello playing throughout the night. It was soothing as it was chilling to say the least. When she had finally finished you went to go back in before you slipped as you stood up. 

“Oh shit!” You let out a scream as you started to slide down the roof, twisting and turning as you tried to hold on but to no avail as you reached the edge and went into a freefall off the side of the dorms, the ground approaching rapidly. Closing your eyes you tried to brace for impact but it never came. 

“Y/N?”

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dog days are over | chapter four

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader x geto suguru warnings/tags (for this chapter): NSFW, fem!receiving oral, menace geto.... word count: ~6.1k

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Satoru is mad at Suguru. 

You’re sure of it. That was why Satoru kissed you that night in the garden. Once you reached the obvious answer, you were relieved, satisfied, and then panicked. If there was one thing you dreaded the most, it was coming between Satoru and Suguru, especially when they were fighting. To you, it was always better to steer clear of everything their heightened emotions entailed. You are sure Satoru would come to regret it, if he didn't already. You don't know how to face him again.

You blankly stare at the ceiling of your room. It’s been a week since you last saw Satoru and Suguru and Shoko. Or the kids. You had come straight home that night and had fallen asleep in a heap of exhaustion, a brief reprieve before the dull gray sunlight of the winter morning had woken you up again. The memories of the previous night paralyzed you in shock. Satoru kissed you. 

It hadn’t been…unpleasant. 

Panic seizes your chest. You whip up, tearing the sheets off of you, breathing heavily. You will yourself not to think about it. There is nothing to think about. It happened. Satoru had a score to settle with Suguru. It happened. Satoru gets competitive and sometimes, when he and Suguru really fight, they hurt each other with a singleminded focus that always draws in casualties. 

You are a casualty. 

You’d be off to Nagoya tonight for a couple of days, assisting the local jujutsu sorcerers with a quick footed curse that had been giving them much trouble. You’d stop by the school to drop off paperwork, and then you’d catch a taxi to the train station where an auxiliary manager would meet and brief you. There was no reason for Satoru and Suguru to be at the college. Shoko would be there, but you knew her schedule well enough to know she’d be buried in her own duties to seek you out. Utahime was visiting on the weekend, and she wanted to finish up her paperwork early before she came.

It’d be easy. If you could just muster the strength to get up and leave your apartment. You don’t know how an everyday task can turn so daunting in a blink of an eye. The thought of running into Satoru makes your blood pressure rise. If you ran into Suguru, you’d probably kill yourself from the shame.

Outside your window, a tree branch rustles. You look outside. There's nothing there.

Slowly, lethargically, you wash, take a shower, and dress. When you leave the safety and familiarity of your apartment, you take a shuddering breath and force yourself forward.

It takes you 30 minutes to get to Jujutsu Tech. The familiarity grounds you enough that you can keep to your thoughts as you make the journey up the mountain and up the stairs, through the torii gate, and onto the campus. 

To get to Yaga's office, you cut through the courtyard of the school building straight towards the staircase to get to the third floor. When you reach his office, before you can knock, the door slides open, bringing you face first with a hard chest. You catch yourself at the same time an arm around your waist steadies you.

Just as you think to yourself that this can’t be happening again, you meet a dark green gaze.

“Ah!” A voice exclaims.

You blink as the man comes into focus. “Hideo-kun…”

“What a coincidence,” he grins. “To see you here of all places,” he glances down, at your conjoined positions. “Just like this!”

His enthusiastic attitude is infectious. The anxiety that has been weighing on you dissipates just a little. You manage a smile. “I’m not usually this clumsy,” you say apologetically.

“No worries!” He drops his arms, he cocks his head to the side in a question. “Are you looking for Masamichi-sensei?”

“I am.” You peer past him to find Yaga absent from his usual place behind the large, oak desk. “But it’s fine,” you raise the paperwork in your hand and give it a little wave. “I’ll just put this on his desk.”

“I thought I might be able to talk to him today, but I guess that’ll have to wait,” he muses. At your inquiring gaze, he says, “Just to finalize my transfer from Kyoto.”

“Is everything coming together well?”

“I'm moving into my apartment this weekend.” A laugh. “I still find myself getting lost on the subway though. I never thought a city could be so busy!”

“It takes time getting used to,” you sympathize. You’ve lived in Tokyo your whole life. You are intimately familiar with the streets and back alleys and crowds, but you can understand how someone who has lived his entire life in Kyoto could find Tokyo an urban jungle. Kyoto is quieter, stiller. More traditional. A mesh of old cobblestone streets lined with traditional and modern architecture. “But if you ever have free time on your hands…I’d love to help you get acquainted with the city.”

He beams. “Would you? I’ll take you up on that offer.”

You figure it’s the least you could do. Hideo had helped you as a child. If you could help him in some way now, you would be repaying him. Besides, after Satoru’s behavior last week…

You hesitate, drawing back his attention. It’s been weighing on your mind. You spent the better part of the week formulating an apology in case you ever saw Hideo again. “I’m sorry for Satoru’s behavior last week. He’s not usually so…”

Abrupt? Irritated? Mean? A bully? 

You realize that Satoru is, indeed, all these things, and at times, worse. You try again. “He was in a bad mood.” He kissed you. You felt his tongue impatiently run along the seam of your lips like a warning. You felt him in your mouth, a force of nature all on its own and his body pinning you to the wall, his hands hiking up your dress, up your legs, your side, your face. His thigh slotted between your own, pressing into you—

Your smile feels off. There is a warmth in your face that is accompanied by a feeling of slow dread. “You caught him at a bad time.”

Hideo blinks in confusion, before his face breaks into something understanding. “Oh, that was nothing!” Hideo says agreeably, nonchalant. “Gojo-sama is usually much more intimidating!"

“Is that so…” It's odd to be faced with such a narrow view of Satoru. Satoru could be intimidating, but you know he’s so much more. It’s not the first word you’d use to describe him. Boredom comes to him easily, in the casual indifference in the set of his face, as does the distance in his eyes that have always held the clarity of the heavens.

But you’ve never doubted the intention of his gaze when he looks at you. He sees you. As reassuring and terrifying as it is. You think of his hand pressed against yours, the weight and the warmth. You think of him sad. His head tucked into the crook of your shoulder, the redness of his eyes afterward. Taken off guard, he can be quick to anger, but you’ve seen him compose himself in seconds. You’ve seen him silent, the anger brewing in the cloud of his face, the turbulent storm of his eyes, when it feels like even a wrong breath could set him alight.

Then you think of Satoru stubbing his toe on Suguru’s desk in your first year, and the way he curled up on the floor in the seconds after, pale faced. He pretended to walk with a limp for the next three days after Suguru had cast him out of the room for being an annoyance, and when Yaga had sent him to the training yard he had refused, citing grievous injury to his being. 

You know him. You know Suguru too, all of the contradictions of his nature. His kindness and his occasional pettiness, the barbed sharpness of his words and how easily condescension comes to him, especially with Satoru urging him at his side. How hard he tries to be better, to wrangle the darkness that beckons him, that bone deep disdain for others that incites the worst in him.

It’s a comforting fact. They make each other better. And worse. Which makes you feel even more horrible for coming in between the two of them. There’s so much confusion. You don’t understand. It feels like you don’t know them anymore. Maybe you never even knew them in the first place. Maybe you shouldn’t have assumed it. 

“I never thought he’d ever deign to talk to me though,” Hideo chuckles, oblivious to your inner turmoil. “It was my first time seeing him up so close. Personally, the thought of talking to him so casually makes me break out into a sweat!"

Casually...You suppose...you suppose you do talk to Satoru rather casually, don't you? You wonder if people notice when you call him Satoru. Your days of regarding him as Gojo-san are nothing more a distant memory. You like the shape of his name on your tongue, just as you like saying Suguru and Shoko. It's proof and permission. You wonder if you'll have to revert back to Gojo-san if Satoru decides he hates you. Suguru too. 

The nerves underneath your skin buzzes. You hear it in your ears. The distant beating of your heart. 

“The two of you went here together, didn’t you?” Hideo gestures to the school. “With Ieiri-san and Geto-sama too.”

“That’s right,” you reply absently, thinking about all the time you spent in these halls as a high schooler. Jujustu tech, your first home. 

“I’m jealous. I went to the Kyoto branch, but if I had known you were here I would’ve transferred earlier!”

You would’ve liked that, you think. Though, you’re not sure how Hideo would’ve responded to your despondent high school self. You think he would’ve steered clear away from you. You still don’t know how you had miraculously managed Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko. One day you had been alone, and then the next day, you weren’t. You’ll spend your life grateful they decided you worth it.

“I spoke to Ieiri-san earlier too.” Your attention returns to him at the mention of Shoko. “She speaks very highly of you.”

“Oh,” The buzzy feeling fades. You feel more tethered to your feet on the floor. To the ground. You feel warm all over. “Did she really?” You try not to look too happy, or eager. Hideo studies you with keen green eyes.

“You really love her, don’t you?”

Shoko, who had reached out to you for the first time by offering you a drink from the vending machine and a drag of her lit cigarette. You gently refused the cigarette but accepted the drink with shaking, nervous hands. It was the first time someone had offered you a drink.

“I do. She’s one of my closest friends…”

Hideo regards you softly. “That’s wonderful. I’m glad you weren’t alone.”

You raise your gaze and he smiles sheepishly, scratching his cheek. "When we were children, you always seemed...lonely." There's an awkward pause. "Well, I should leave you be!” He moves to turn down the hall, and stops. Looks at you and asks, “You wouldn’t happen to know where the cafeteria is?”

You direct him to the cafeteria. Before he leaves he asks for your phone and inputs his contact information inside. He gives you a small salute with two of his fingers.

Once he disappears down the hall, you enter Yaga office. You reach your teacher’s desk, but as you reach down to place your folder in the middle of his desk, you accidentally knock one of the three picture frames on his desk over. It hits the desk, face down. You pick it up to right it when you stop, and stare.

It’s you. Or more accurately, it’s an old picture of you from middle school in front of your school’s gates, staring grimly at the camera as if you’re seconds away from being put to death. It’s a severe expression you can’t quite place. Was there ever a time you looked like this? Clearly, there is, considering the picture in your hands. There’s a cast wrapped around your arm. Something nudges at your brain. A clean fracture. Blinding pain and then numbness. You passed out, slept through the worst, and when you woke up it hurt less. Your arm prickles at the memory.

It’s funny how memory works.

“Have you picked your bags?” Yaga sensibly says from the doorway. “If you leave in an hour, there won’t be as much traffic.”

Your hand lowers as you turn around to face him. “I left my bag with an auxiliary manager.”

You resume looking at the picture, trying to remember when the photo was taken. Yaga approaches you, and puts a hand on your shoulder. “It was a couple months before you graduated. I wanted a picture because I knew I wouldn’t make it to your graduation.”

You glance up at his face, framed by a pair of sunglasses, the familiar heavy set of his eyebrows, and the stern silhouette of his face that you had initially been wary at. He had been gentle with you, kind in a way you forgot adults could be when you needed it the most. You are endlessly grateful for him.

“I didn’t know you had a picture of me in your office.” Smiling comes easier to you now. Happiness too. You know what it means to be happy.

“I’ve watched over you since then,” he says gruffly, but you think his voice sounds thick with emotion. “You’ve grown.”

The words make your throat grow thick. You put the picture frame down on the desk to avoid squeezing it too tightly. “Sometimes,” you say truthfully. “I don’t feel like it.”

Sometimes, you still feel sad and small. You float through your duties of the day, seeking refuge in the comfort of your bed when night falls. Keeping your eyes open becomes a struggle, and the thought of living out the rest of your days until your inevitable death becomes unbearable. Sometimes, everything feels like a dream. A warm, happy dream bound to come to an end. It makes you remember Satoru kissing you in the garden, and the cold truth of reality. You messed it all up. Everything is coming to an end, and it’s your fault.

There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach.

Yaga studies you, head tilted down. Then there's a hand on your shoulder. It's reassuring. 

"It's hard for us jujutsu sorcerers to live a life without regrets," he starts. There's a pause. "But I don't want you to think it's wrong to try. Only you can decide how you want to live now." He pats you on the back. It's almost fatherly. It brings a sad smile to your lips. 

You part from him after giving his hand a small squeeze.

You don’t know if you’ve lived a life without regrets, but you don’t regret the way you’ve lived. You’ve made it here, in one piece. It’s a comfortable existence. You are content. You are even given the privilege to be happier than you ever thought you’d be.

“I’ll be off now,” you say softly.

A nod. “Come back safely.”

Before you leave for the train station, you stop by the dorms, making a pit stop at your old room. You know the current students of jujustu tech, as few as they are, preferred the east wing of the dorm so it’s likely your room stayed vacant. You and Shoko’s rooms were in the west wing, a few halls from Suguru and Satoru’s room.

You open the door, taking in the surroundings of the room you had considered your first home.

It looks the same, barren from the lack of your belongings, but the same, as if you had touched it with your cursed technique the day you graduated. From the neatly arranged bed you had spent many nights and days in, to the desk in the corner Shoko had carved her name into. The empty bookshelf. You sweep your index finger over one of the shelves as dust gathers on your finger.

You sit on a bed that isn’t yours anymore and look around the room once more. Things were simpler in high school, you think. It was easy to get caught up in the small bubble of your environment. Your room. Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko. Everyday, familiar and new. 

A knock on the door draws your attention. When the door opens, your stomach flips, body locking into place as you stare.

“S…Suguru…”

He’s not wearing his uniform. Just a white button up and belted black pants. You wonder why he’s here. You didn’t know he was going to be on campus today. You are wholly unprepared to face him (or Satoru) right now. You thought…you thought you at least had a month at most before having to face the consequences of your actions.

You abruptly stand, forcing your hands to your side, feeling sicker with every passing second. Does he know? Did Satoru tell him? You wouldn’t put it past him. Satoru wouldn’t go to the lengths he did just to not tell him. To gloat. Satoru can be petty like that. You wonder if he hates you. You betrayed his trust. You wouldn’t be surprised if he told you he never wanted to see you again. You should leave now, excuse yourself, before he breaks your heart to the point where you don’t think you’d ever recover.

What would happen to the kids if Satoru and Suguru decided to separate? They’re so happy now, living together in a nice apartment that feels like a home. You’d be responsible for splitting them up—

Suguru waves your phone in his hand. “You left this in Yaga’s office. He asked me to hand it off to you before you left.” There’s a light smile on his face, and you wonder if it’s his way of being kind before he tells you he never wants to see you again. His smile grows wider with hidden meaning. “I’m glad I caught you.”

You don’t know what’s worse. Suguru knowing you kissed Satoru, or Suguru not knowing. Your head is spinning. 

“Thank you,” you say breathlessly as Suguru closes the door, and strolls to you, moving to hand you your phone. You hadn’t even noticed your lack of a phone. Satoru is going to be mad if he finds out. If he still even cares. When Suguru’s fingers brush yours, you jerk back with a step. 

Suguru watches you intently as you squeeze your phone tight, feeling dread pool in your stomach. You stare at the floor before your gaze flits back up to him. You manage a small smile. “Sorry,” you say, about to side step him, “I should really get—”

He says your name, murmurs it so softly that when it reaches your ear, you falter. He gently seats you on the bed. You have no choice but to wordlessly obey. He follows after by crouching down so you can easily meet his gaze. It’d be a comforting gesture if not for your heart jumping into your throat.

“Is everything okay?” Suguru’s usual easy smile seems gently probing. “Did something happen at the party? With your…friend?” There it is. That odd emphasis, a slight odd discordant note, reminiscent of that night of the wedding. Suguru’s just worried about you. But there’s nothing to worry about. It’s all your fault.

He covers your hands with his own. 

Your mouth goes dry. He doesn’t know. Your stomach drops and you can’t swallow. You can’t leave him in the dark, you can’t…keep on betraying his trust like this.

“No, not Hideo-kun!” You rush to correct. It pains you to think Suguru might be judging Hideo’s good character. “Hideo-kun is…” He reminds you of the past. Every painful detail. But amidst the bad, you had also forgotten the good, as temporary as it was. “I want to introduce him to you and Satoru.”

You think this conversation somewhat sounds like you’re introducing a lover to your parents. Then you think that Suguru is probably not going to want to meet Hideo, not after this conversation. You take an unsteady breath.

“Suguru,” you say quietly, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. It’s the last time you may ever see him so close, and you find yourself tracing the slant of his kind eyes, the slope of his nose, and the set of his lips. You love him, you really do. You love him and Satoru and Shoko to the point of memorization. You won’t forget him. Your nails dig into the fat of your palm. The truth is heavy on your tongue. “I kissed Satoru.”

It makes you feel marginally better. The act of confession. The truth is out. All the days and long nights you’ve spent agonizing and turning in your bed and even hiding from Shoko, all exposed.

Suguru’s face is unreadable. “I see.”

He’ll tell you he doesn’t want to see you anymore. That you aren’t welcome in his presence anymore, and you’ll take it gracefully.

You’ve been learning to live without them, after all.

Then his lips twitch.

You watch with increasing confusion as Suguru doesn’t scorn you. He simply studies you softly. “How?”

You’re at a loss. You blink at him. “What?”

He looks greatly amused. “Never mind. Why don’t you demonstrate?”

He slides a hand on the bed, by your waist, and rises. He takes your lips with his own, lowering you onto the bed. Suguru is kissing you. He smells faintly of sandalwood, as he always does, but somehow the scent is stronger with him right in front of you. There’s a pressure on your waist. You realize it’s Suguru’s hand.

When you separate, the hand rejoins the other on either side of your face. Suguru is above you, dark eyes lidded in an expression you’ve never seen before. A slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face. “Like that?”

You stare at him.

He doesn’t seem to mind your silence. He hums. “Or maybe.”

He captures your lips with an eagerness absent from the first kiss. It’s hungrier, more predatory. Wetter, when he opens your mouth to allow his tongue access. It’s a kiss that requires your active participation. Suguru’s teeth gently nip at your bottom lip, and you flicker to life underneath him, mouth widening as if falling open in shock, all as he gazes at you unfathomably. 

Your eyes go wide, as Suguru brings a hand underneath your head to angle you closer to him. The warmth of him, the closeness. You never knew a kiss could feel so…good, and you are immediately conflicted. Whereas Satoru’s had been rougher, lips and tongue cowing you into submission, Suguru’s is slower. More thorough, with the same intense heat of Satoru’s.

Your face and thighs feel uncomfortably warm. Suguru’s knee is pressed right against your panties. Everything is too sensitive, and the heat in your stomach makes you want to squirm away.

Suguru’s lips release yours, allowing you to breathe. His lips hover close, the tip of your noses touching as you stare at him. Somewhere between the first kiss and the second, Suguru pulled down his hair, and now the dark strands curtain you into his gaze.

Your hands unclench from where they’ve been fisting his shirt, so tightly you popped a few buttons. You want to rebutton and straighten his shirt out, but your nerves are frayed raw, every one of your senses occupied by Suguru.

You don’t know what to say to him, and with him so close, you don’t even know where to start. Satoru kissed you. Then Suguru kissed you. You briefly wonder if you should be expecting a kiss from Shoko. You’d have to start preparing now. This could all just be some prank they decided to play on you. And a part of you hopes it to be true. It would make more sense than…whatever this is.

But it does. Suguru shares Satoru’s vindictive streak, after all.

His finger brushes your neck, pressing down on the bruise right above your collarbone. A shiver wracks your spine almost violently. You had almost forgotten about it. “This was from Satoru, wasn’t it?”

You struggle with the words. “Suguru this…isn’t the way…to resolve your issues with Satoru…”

He blinks, and up close, you can see the flutter of his dark eyelashes, the way the corner of his eyes soften when he smiles. There’s a laugh on the tip of his breath. “As uncomfortable as this is, this is exactly how to resolve things.”

Uncomfortable…? He must be referring to kissing you. It must not have been a pleasant experience. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, still breathless and flushed. “I’m not…” your face warms even more, self conscious, “good at it.”

“Good at it?” Suguru registers your meaning. His thumb strokes your bottom lip. “It was perfect,” he says decidedly, making you warmer. “Uncomfortable is…”

His gaze lowers. You follow his gaze. There’s an unmistakable tent in his pants.

Oh.

It’s a normal bodily response. It’s not as if it’s because of you. 

You look away, as if to save him the embarrassment, but he laughs. Your heart races, feeling the fabric of your panties stick to the wetness between your thighs you’re sure Suguru can feel on his pants, through your skirt. You’re the only embarrassed one here. Suguru hasn’t made any move to rise up away from you, simply seeming content to look down on you, to watch you.

You’d do anything to move away from being the center of Suguru’s attention. To recollect yourself away from him. Every passing second in silence makes you want to curl up in your bed and die.

“Do you want me…to help?” Anything you could do to escape being underneath him. You aren't familiar with it, but it's nothing you can't figure out. You’d think of all the potential ramifications later, as soon as you aren't being pinned down to the bed by Suguru.

“Next time,” Suguru says like a promise, awfully casual, despite the way his thumb had paused on your face at the suggestion. “How about I help you?” He asks cheerfully.

You blink and Suguru is off of you and the bed. You’re relieved, until you feel your legs being spread. Suguru’s face reappears between your thighs, hiking your skirt up to your waist. Instead of your face, now Suguru’s gaze is directed to the wet spot on your panties. You want to die.

A shiver wracks your body, legs instinctively closing if not for Suguru’s grip keeping them open. “Suguru,” you say, voice reedy with panic, “You really don’t have to—” 

“I want to,” he replies. There’s a glint in his eyes. “Being here, in your old room. It feels like we’re students again, doesn’t it? Like we’re fooling around.” A teasing smile pulls at his lips. “It really turns me on, you know.”

You’re unsure of what to do with this information. You’re sure he and Satoru fooled around plenty in high school. You once walked in on them in the common showers together when you accidentally walked into the mens shower. But this is—

Something else entirely.

“I’ll make you feel good,” he says softly, almost reassuring. “Nobody’s ever been here before, right?”

It’s less a question, more a confirmation. He’s looking at you to answer him. Your face burns. There’s no reason to answer. He knows. They know. You’ve never kissed a man before Satoru. Once, a man had grabbed your hand on the street, but Satoru’s glower chased him off. You’ve never done anything more. 

You nod, a wordless answer because you don’t trust yourself to respond.

He trails a finger down your panties. You choke on a shudder, squeezing your eyes shut to afford yourself some peace of mind, but it doesn’t help. He deftly slides your panties down and off your legs, fully exposing you. You can feel him looking. You grow wetter.

“All this from some kisses,” he muses. “Did you like them that much? I’ll remember that.”

You are too pathetically mortified to respond. It wasn’t…

He leans in close, exposing your wet heat to his interest. His voice lowers. “Did you get this wet when Satoru kissed you?”

Your eyes fly open, wide, meeting his amused ones. It doesn’t sound like an accusation but it feels like one. It feels like a competition. Competitive, the way the two of them have always been. But you…don’t want to think about that. You don’t want to think about anything. You wish he’d just—

Suguru drags his tongue against your cunt, and you squeal, legs attempting to lock shut around his head, but the two hands on your thighs easily keeps you spread. He chuckles, and every vibration sends a fresh wave of heat to your wetness. Before you can catch your breath, he pulls you forward to his face.

You feel the heat of his tongue pressing into you, taking his time exploring your folds with steady, broad strokes. You whimper, feeling your stomach tighten, your hands gripping the fabric of your sweater as the sound of your heart floods your ears. You hear yourself saying his name, over and over and over, and you think he might even like it, because he responds enthusiastically, as if to reward you.

Suguru’s lips are bright with your slick. You can feel yourself dripping, your body eagerly responding for him, despite your own reservations. The rise of your hips against his mouth while his tongue works to elicit even more noises from you. And then Suguru’s hand is taking yours, leading it to his head, all without stopping. Your other hand follows suit, fingers curling into his hair as you attempt to drag him closer, caught up in the pressure building in your gut.

Suguru’s thumb catches on the intentionally neglected swollen bundle of nerves, and you blindly sob out, hips jerking upwards, white hot overstimulating pleasure shooting through your veins. The world slows to still. Suguru takes it without pause, tongue lazily circling your cunt through it all.

You can barely breathe, too sensitive, too sore. Suguru is gazing up at you, all ministrations mercifully stopped. Your chest rises and falls, attempting to get a grip on yourself. Your hands have dropped from Suguru’s hair to your side. You should apologize. It must have been uncomfortable. You hadn’t meant to grip him that hard. His hair…

But that’s the least of your worries. 

You unsteadily rise, removing your legs from Suguru’s shoulders, so that they hang off the side of the bed instead. You shakily smooth out your skirt. Suguru easily takes over the duty, pulling the skirt back down to your ankles and straightening it. His hand rests on your thighs, the heat of him felt through the fabric of your skirt, as if in reminder of what he just did. You swallow. 

“Suguru…”

“Mhm?” His hands move to your hair, smoothing and fixing and petting, and you can’t do anything but let him.

“I…um. I…” The words don’t form. Your brain is still hazy from the residuals of your orgasm. You didn't know orgasms could be so life shattering. In more ways than one. You’ll never be the same again. Things will never be the same again. The thought makes your chest sink. You feel like a child again, lost and alone.

You’re worn and spent and you still have to make your train to Nagoya. Your head begins to throb. Too many thoughts.

“Tell me about your friend,” Suguru urges gently. “What did the two of you do together?”

You figure Suguru isn’t too mad at you if he’s asking about Hideo. That brings you immense relief. Although it's overshadowed by every other conflicting feeling fighting to take reign inside of you, including more guilt. It’s odd. You thought he’d never want to see you again. Instead he chose to get back at Satoru.

You’re still relieved nonetheless, glad that he’s still talking to you, if anything. Such a small thing brings you happiness. You love talking to Suguru. You love his attentiveness, his patience, his (mostly solid) advice. It makes things feel right again, and you respond to the normalcy of it. The pieces fall back into place, anchoring you to the moment.

“We just talked.” You recall the night. “He was…we briefly knew each other as children. Back when I…” your hands curl shut. You shake your head. “We walked in the gardens afterwards. Then…” Then Satoru happened. “Um…Satoru was…rude to him the other day. And since he’s moving to Tokyo…it’d be nice if you could get along with him—”

“Get along, you say…”

You nod, lips curving despite everything. You think Suguru would like him, in fact. Satoru is usually too impatient for others nowadays, short tempered in a way that has people fleeing in the other direction, but you always thought Suguru appreciated straightforward qualities. 

“Hideo-kun was it?” Suguru smiles pleasantly. “No, I don’t think I will.”

You stare at him. “...”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Oh,” you echo. “That’s…okay.”

You feel deadly embarrassed, face burning. It isn't as if Suguru or even Satoru for that matter are under any obligation to meet the people in your life. They don't have to like them either. You shouldn't have mentioned it in the first place. You think you should excuse yourself now.

"H-how was Sasaki-san? Did the two of you have fun at the party?” You want to know if Satoru likes her too, but you hadn’t gotten a chance to ask at the party. 

“It was just a party,” Suguru simply says, thumb rubbing circles into your ankle, almost absentmindedly. "It was boring, really."

You wonder if romance is a topic he doesn't want to discuss with you. Not anymore. Not after...

You’re unsure why you keep on talking. You want to talk to him. You want him to talk to you. You want to be comforted. “Shoko said the bride didn’t want to get married.”

A grimace flits across his features. “I suppose not.”

You straighten, paying attention to his expression. Interesting. “I didn’t realize you knew the bride personally…”

“I don’t,” The words leave his lips smoothly, convincingly. “Anyone could see she wasn’t happy.”

He’s lying to you. Others may not be able to tell, but you can. Suguru lies too well. It’s when his words come easiest, his facial expressions too sincere and free of all hesitation that you’ve caught him. If anything, he lies too well. You know him enough to know that even Suguru struggles with the words sometimes.

You don’t say anything. It’s not your place. There could be a lot of reasons he doesn’t want to tell you but you can’t help but think it’s because you’ve lost your place as his friend and a confidante. You wonder if he’ll ever confide in you again. You wonder if you’ll ever exchange books and trace over the print of his handwriting in the margins. It’s a horrible feeling. You might cry.

You don’t like who you are when you’re alone. The best parts of you have always belonged to others.

You force the panic into a tiny, tiny box inside of you. You smother it all down until you feel okay again. Everything subsides. A little empty, but functional. You’ve always been good at that, if nothing else. You have a mission in Nagoya, and a train to catch. 

You stand on unsteady legs. It's suddenly a little harder to breathe. "I should get going," you say evenly. "I'd hate to keep the auxiliary manager waiting!"

You flee the room. 

You take three steps out of jujutsu tech and realize you are missing two things. Your phone and your panties.

#geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #m.jjk #ddao

[odusseus-xvi]

Pomme's paranoïa

Because aparently I can't stop talking about this little egg. I wanted to touch this subject because it is something CRUCIAL to her character, and from what I've seen Richas, in his letter to Forever, has actually talked about that and how he is worried for her.

I want to talk here about WHERE that paranoïa might come from idea by idea (more in depth than my post about Pomme as a whole) :

Bobby died THE DAY after her arrival, that probably didn't help. That also caused a startle in everyone on the island making everyone a lot more paranoïd that they already were at Pomme's arrival, she then had the realization that life was EXTREMELY dangerous and limited on the island VERY early on, in a way a bit similar to Richas if we think about it, though Richas experienced it and so processed it wildly diferently, she got a dreadful suspense ; when is it coming to me ? To the others ? Because that's the thing, she is not as scared of losing her lives as she is scared of losing the others and the others losing her.

Not long after Dapper lost his first life to the code, that not only added to the already constant background aprehension, but that also made her the LAST egg with two lives, and from now on, everytime people talked about her was about how she was the next target of the code.

And then she WAS : Targeted by the code next to Ninho after everyone was worried of the tweet from Quackity Studios, and after she was saved THREE times from the codes she saw the people she cared about turn against each other because she had been not careful (Her french dads becoming suspicious of Forever, and therefore of Baghera.) (she was in fact "mind controlled" to come outside but from her POV it was still her fault.) From now on SHE CANNO'T let her guard down, this is both too dangerous for her and the people she loves.

A bit later was the attack that was then considered not canon by the admins because the attack was WAY too powerful : It broke a lot of totems at once and broke all of her armor. Though her death was not considered canon by the admins at first, Pomme (and the admin) played it as actually existing, not as a nightmare, not as non existant, but as an actual event she was saved from by someone or something : She talks about it from time to time, she truly died a bit that day.

(a little quote from that event from her diary because it's Heartbreaking)

"The pain was excruciating. It pierced my body, and with each hit, I felt the life leave my body a little more. The noise of the totems was deafening, the pain prevented me from running to escape. Just a few seconds later, I felt intense pain, even more intense than the previous blows. He had just finished me off. I no longer saw anything, I no longer felt anything. The pain had vanished in an instant. It was cold, I was scared. [...] While I was sleeping. something strange happened. As if the missing part of my soul was repairing itself. When I woke up, I no longer had any pain anywhere. But I'm still scared, more scared than ever. I'm terrified. [...] I never want to suffer so much again. I never want anyone to suffer so much again. I have no other choice; I have to get stronger. I'm going to have to live with this fear from now on, so I might as well put it to good use."

She then starts to actually show her paranoïa in a lot of aspects of her personality :

She is INCREDIBLY quick at trading her butterfly wings for her chestplate at any potential danger. She has also shown multiple times and SAID on her sign that her inventory hotbar is the most paranoïd thing ever : Filled with totems, her weapons, regeneration 2 splash potions (that are also very likely refilled with the backpack upgrade knowing her parents)

She, after learning the codes could imperssionate them now, immediatly figured out a code to make sure she was truly herself.

The day after ElQuackity was exploded by BBH and Max and that he threatened them, Pomme asked Baghera to build another safe room 200k away from spawn as she was not feeling safe in Ninho anymore.

One other interesting thing : She is not just the only egg with two lives, she is the egg that survived the LONGEST with two lives. And two things comes out of that : The fear of losing her first life because it would cause suffering to her AND her loved ones, but ironically also that SHE would be the one that could sacrifice a life to one of her siblings, she would feel terrible if one of her siblings died instead of her "simply" losing a life and she did nothing because she was scared.

A fun (not fun) little fact is that recently this paranoïa for the other's safety has started to transform into anger : She was first scared of ElQuackity, but the second she learned that Dapper was captured by him, she was FURIOUS, Baghera had to tell her multiple times to not go after ElQuackity, and though she is most of the time very empathetic of someone's situation, she has only expressed disgust and hate towards ElQuackity since then, talking multiple times how much she wants to kill him herself. (if that's how she loses her first life : dying trying to kill ElQuackity... I don't what I would do (probably cry))

I could probably find 100 more things to say but I'm writing that in the middle of doing something else and I'm getting a headache so I'll stop there. If you can't tell this was just an excuse to talk about the egg of all time. Let's finish by the quote (that I really like) that crowns her wiki page :

"J'ai beaucoup de questions mais je suis pas sûre de vouloir connaître les réponses"

"I have many questions but I'm not sure I want to know the answers"

#qsmp #qsmp pomme