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diariesofthelover · 3 months

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Wayne Brothers’ Gala Girl

synopsis: Bruce Wayne’s galas are held every once in a blue moon, but when they did occur, every Gotham socialite was sure to attend. The eldest sons of Gotham’s favorite billionaire always wound up in some trouble to entertain themselves, this time the brothers’ idea of fun was a beautiful woman who looked almost as bored as them.

notes: Jason Todd & Dick Grayson x reader, 3rd person pov, little bit 🌶️, inspired by the painting above.

The Eldest Wayne brothers found themselves in the quietest corner of the gala, bored with no idea of what they can get into this time around to beat last gala’s “performance” as they would call it.

“We could set off the fire alarm,” Dick suggests lazily to his younger brother.

“What are we twelve? Most of the people here already think we’re still fifteen.”

“No, they think you’re still fifteen because you were legally dead for like four years.”

“Shut up, dickwad.”

“HER!” Dick exclaimed, “Her, her, her, her!”

“You were Robin not a fucking parrot, her what?”

“That beautiful beautiful woman right there that looks even more miserable than we do with those tuxedo vultures circling her.”

Tuxedo vultures was spot on. These rich pigs had her trapped, all trying to win her attention one at a time, attempting a better pitch than the last guy. Any kind of manners that were instilled in her from an early age couldn’t apply after the third man insisted that he was the perfect man for her, actually, the perfect man for any proper woman, brains or not. All of the men here were the exact same, they believed their money and family were enough to flatter any woman here, that having any form of a likable personality or distanct traits besides snobbery was, “not something women really wanted.”

The woman couldn’t control her eye roll after the second attempted joke was made, averting her gaze where her eyes landed on the two men who already had their bright eyes on her, Bruce Wayne’s oldest sons.

She didn’t have a problem with the Wayne Family of course, she was after all attending their gala, it was just some of the guests that she wasn’t so fond of.

“What about her?” Jason looks over to who Dick was fawning over. Jason wasn’t blind, actually his vision only got better after he was resurrected, he too thought that the woman was beautiful, maybe one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, which is why he immediately shut Dick down, knowing what he was going to try to do.

“No, Dick. No chance, leave her alone.”

“I don’t think she wants me to,” Dick replies as the woman returns his famous flashy grin with a soft smile.

Dick had been trying to get Jason…well more out there after the whole dying, coming back to life, and then out in the public eye again thing. Jason died young, he barely got a chance to live his teenage years so whenever Jay’s attracted to someone, he starts acting like a teenage boy but at the age of twenty instead of sixteen.

Dick, make every girl swoon over him since his Robin days, Grayson mastered the whole girl thing by now and is trying to be his not so little brother’s tonight’s wingman.

“Follow me,” Dick whispers to Jason, not taking his eyes of the beauty across from him.

Dick and a hesitant Jason make their way over to the group of men that were all secretly jealous of their father, probably jealous of his sons too, interrupting the lifeless conversation and taking all of her focus off the vultures and onto him and Jason.

“Good evening gentlemen, how are we doing tonight?” Jason almost gagged at his at his brother’s fake politeness, he was always the better one at socializing, his charming personality didn’t stop at women.

“Richard Grayson, boy you’ve certainly grown up since I last saw you!” An older man around Bruce’s age greets him stirring up the rest of the men.

“Dick Grayson huh, pleasure to finally meet Gotham’s new prince.”

“I hear you’re very popular with the ladies,” the group erupted into laughter, these men really love any jokes to do with a woman don’t they?

“And you must be Bruce’s other son, Tim is it?” Jason’s takes his eyes off the woman to give the man a slight scowl, he promised Bruce he’d behave tonight.

“No, no, that’s Jason the one that…” one of the men tries to begin to tell the epic tale of Jason Todd.

“Say, we would love to stay and chat but our date has been waiting for us for quite a bit now,” Dick quickly interrupts him before Jason pulls out any kind of weapon on these men and offers his hand to the woman.

She places her hand into his thinking that she’d rather be a damsel in a in distress in need of saving by a knight, or in Gotham’s case a masked vigilante, instead of spending another moment with some men that are old enough to be her father thinking about how’d she make the perfect trophy wife and the younger who simply want to get laid after the gala. As Dick pulls her away from the hungry drunken men, she offers her hand to Jason who gives her a confused and flustered look.

“If I’m not mistaken, Mr. Grayson said our date,” she says to him in the most soothing and charming voice Jason’s ever heard.

Forcing himself to snap out of this teenage haze, Jason takes her hand earning a smile from both her and his brother.

“I hope you don’t mind us whisking you away like that, you just seemed like you weren’t enjoying yourself,” Dick started, never dropping his darling smile.

“I don’t mind at all, I needed an excuse to get away from them,” the woman looks back at the men as they watch the brothers walk away with their “prize” in envy, “god they’re pathetic,” she sighs.

“Tell me about it,” Jason mumbles beside her.

“All night I’ve been surrounded by these people that only talk about their money, their jobs, their mansion and penthouses, it’s a bit exhausting, they really can’t think of anything else to discuss. It’s fascinating that they really think that’s the way to win over a woman.”

“Well I can promise you we’re a lot more interesting than that,” Dick laughs, “We also have access to all parts of the manor, how about Jason and I give you a little tour?” Dick states rather than asks earning a questioning look from Jason about what he’s planning.

“If you insist.”

Jason knew how Dick wanted him to jump into the dating pool. He frequently tried to set him up with either other vigilantes so he wouldn’t have to worry about his partner 24/7, or an ordinary Gotham citizen where Jason could escape from Gotham’s criminals and Red Hood duties to enjoy a semi-normal life. What Jason wasn’t understanding was why Dick had a chosen a woman that he was madly attracted to as well.

As Dick began his small tour of the manor, Jason stood awkwardly alongside the woman who was attentively watching his older brother and the places he showed. Jason didn’t know if he should join in or take over, make some small talk, he was sort of frozen in place and shy. You’d think that the big bad Red Hood who always had a mouth on him since he was Robin and would break Batman’s moral code would be the last person to get nervous around a pretty girl, maybe Red Hood wouldn’t but Jason Todd would.

“And this is the library, Jason’s favorite place in the manor,” Jason was snapped out of his thoughts when Dick mentioned his name, “once he comes in here you won’t see him for hours.”

“Big reader?” It took a moment for Jason to realize that the question was for him and not Dick.

“Yea, um, yes, I love literature.”

“Really, would do you love to read?” She was now fully focused on Jason who was struggling to maintain eye contact as his cheeks and ears were colored red.

He couldn’t keep his cool physically but he could try verbally, “classics,” he responded simply, not adding more to his portion of the conversation to which Dick internally sighed to.

“Dostoevsky, Shakespeare, Austen?” The charming woman tried to get something out of the boy.

“All of them, and more of course,” Jason gave her a shy smile.

She heads towards the leather chair that Jason always sits in, making herself comfortable in his spot.

“This where you sit, get lost in all those stories you read?”

Something about her sitting in his chair made his blood rush. The way that she had made it look twice the size bigger being half the size of Jason, the way she relaxed into his chair, sinking into his molding. The boy was so mesmerized he forgot to answer her question.

Dick noticed and decided to swoop in, “Mhm, right here,” Dick drags now standing over her, “he’s a very smart guy you know with all the books he reads, runs in the family.”

She slowly shifted her gaze from Jason to Dick who was getting closer and closer, “I guess the looks do too, interesting for adopted brothers,” earning a smile from both boys.

“Excuse my brother for his shortness, we usually occupy ourselves with stunts at these galas, not beautiful women,” Dick says switching the attention back onto Jason, “he can get pretty shy.” Normally that statement would earn a punch to the shoulder or at least a nasty remark but Dick was right, Jason was pretty shy around pretty girls.

Dick and the mystery woman were now smiling at Jason who was leaned against the wall, close enough to where he can see the rise and fall of her chest, but far enough from engaging the way Dick was.

Dick gently tilts her head up with his large calloused hands forcing their gala girl to look up at him, “What do you think of my brother?”

Now it was the woman’s turn to be painted red, “I think he’s one of the most handsome and intriguing men I’ve ever seen.”

“And me?” Dick pouts.

“I think you’re one of the most handsome and charming man i’ve ever come across,” she says in a sultry tone that lures the boys in like sailors to a siren.

Both Dick and Jason’s blood is rushing, relishing in the fact that this goddess of a woman found the boys to be worthy of her attraction, that nobody else at the gala was as good as them.

“Tell me something, both of you,” she starts, “why stray from your usual chaos and shenanigans to show me around your manor?”

“You’re much more intriguing than anything we had in mind,” says Jason surprisingly boldly as he moves closer to her.

“You’re the most entertaining here tonight, baby,” adds in Dick who quickly got back his confidence after a brush to his ego.

“I heard I was beautiful too,” she teased, trying to get the higher ground again.

“I bet you get told that a lot, don’t you angel? You think that’s what those pigs were telling her Jay? How much of a pretty girl she is,” It was too late though, once Dick Grayson got wound up, he got complete control, “Now you tell me something doll, did they tell you how sexy you look in that dress of yours?” She shakes her head no, any kind of witty and teasing responses wiped from her pretty head, “Aw, well that’s just wrong, Jason tell her how good she looks in that dress.”

Both eyes are on Jason, waiting for his compliment, “She looks—you look stunning in that dress,” Dick was waiting for more, he knew Jason had the vocabulary he just needed the push, “You suit my color, red’s my favorite,” now they were getting something out of him.

“I’ll be sure to think of you when I wear red again,” god she was good. Dick had to bring the power back to him and Jason again, this all quickly became a game to him, his real entertainment for tonight’s gala.

“And what if we got rid of the red,” Dick slips the strap of her dress off her shoulder causing her to shudder, he’s in control again, “how’s that look?”

“Fuck,” Jason whispered under his breath.

“I think Jason feels the same way about it as I do,” with how quiet it was in the library his whisper was heard easily by the two, “what do you think pretty, you think it’s better?”

She felt like how Jason felt in the beginning, mesmerized and stunned. From Dick talking to her so confidently and his usage of pet names, to the way Jason was losing his fucking mind over her.

“Y’gonna answer me or are you gonna keep looking at Jay with fuck me eyes?” Dick wasn’t jealous, he was trying to tease the two, get them riled up.

Before she gets to respond there’s a knock at the door, “Master Richard and Master Jason, Master Bruce requests your attendance for at least another half hour.”

“We’ll be right out Alfred,” Richard quickly answered before Alfred could barge in on the scene, “shall we?”

Dick heads towards the door as Jason and their gala girl slowly fix themselves up, avoiding any kind of eye contact with each other.

Dick stops Jason before they head back out to the gala, “You’re welcome, Jaybird.”

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inthe-dark-tonight · 8 months

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Whatever’s on Tonight

joel miller x fem!reader

part 2

summary: a weekend in the desert is anything but lonely with joel miller around

word count: 2.8k

warnings: 18+ (mdni), no outbreak AU, established relationship, no mention of age difference, fluff, unsafe p in v, creampie, swearing, dirty talk, alcohol consumption, hot tub sex with joel miller ;)

notes: came up with this idea while listening to the next best american record by lana del rey <3 i wrote this all last night and barely looked it over so sorry about any mistakes and thank you for reading!!

Whatever's on tonight // I just wanna party with you // Topanga's hot tonight // I'm takin' off my bathing suit // You made me feel like.., // There's somethin' that I never knew−I wanted

You and Joel decided to rent a bungalow outside of big bend national park for the weekend, somewhere you can both relax and disconnect. It was a last minute decision, you can’t even remember the last time the two of you got a chance to do something like this. You made sure to book a place that was a little more secluded so you could enjoy the peacefulness of the desert, and having a hot tub to relax was a necessity.

You both took a half day at work, packed up the truck then headed out. It was nearly a 7 hour drive, you spent the time talking and listened to music while looking at the scenery to pass the time. About half way through your trip you stopped at a little diner to have dinner, then got back on the road.

As you get closer to the bungalow the two of you are staying in, you begin to feel more excited about the little get away. As Joel drives down the winding desert road leading to the house, the sky is fading into a dark blue shade, dusk slowly taking over. You look over at Joel as he drives, the silhouette of his side profile made more prominent by the fading light behind him. A smile grows on your face as your eyes trail over his features.

“What?” He smirks and glances at you for a second before looking back to the road.

You shake your head. “Nothing,” you break into a smile. “Just excited that’s all.”

He takes one hand off the steering wheel to find yours on your lap and intertwines his fingers with yours, squeezing lightly. You sit in silence until he’s parked in front of the bungalow, only letting go of your hand to get out of the car.

“Here we are.” He gives you a content look as you both unbuckle your seatbelts and climb out of the car.

You stop for a second after closing the passenger door staring up at sky in awe, now filled with stars as the moon takes the suns place in the night sky. Joel comes up behind you, wrapping his large arms around your waist. You rest your arms on top of his and lay your head back onto his shoulder, eyes never leaving the sky.

“Beautiful” He whispers, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Mhm” You hum, unaware that he was talking about you.

“Let’s bring our stuff in.” His voice is soft, you turn your head to look up at him and his lips immediately meet yours in a gentle kiss.

You let out a sigh before he moves to unpack the truck, hands lingering on your hips for a short moment. You help him grab a few things before the two of you walk up to the house. Joel sets down his bag while he fiddles with the lock box that holds the key for a minute, and you can’t help but laugh.

Once he finally unlocks the door, you walk in and the space is beautiful, a small kitchen lined with floor to ceiling windows that leads into a cozy living room. You set down your bags to take a look around, the home is mid century style and it’s exactly what you hoped for when you booked it. You walk to the other side of the living room and find another wall filled with floor to ceiling windows, a small bathroom, and a door that leads to the bedroom.

Joel trails behind you as you enter the room, a large king size bed facing a sliding glass door that leads to the patio and hot tub, and a bathroom with a huge walk-in glass shower across from a vanity with a giant wall to wall mirror. You turn around and walk over to Joel, a thrilled smile on your face as you jump up and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Woah there.” He chuckles and wraps his arms around you, squeezing tight as he buries his face in your neck.

“Sorry, I’m excited.” Your voice is muffled as you nuzzle into him.

He pulls back from you, planting his hands on your hips and kissing the tip of your nose.

“How ‘bout I grab us some drinks and we go out back?” He’s resting his forehead against yours now.

“Only if you go in the hot tub with me.” You give him a playful look.

“Whatever you want, baby. We’re here to relax.” He squeezes your waist before turning around to head for the kitchen.

You grab your bag from the living room and dig around for your bathing suit and snag a shirt from Joel’s bag to slip over it. As you’re putting on your bathing suit, you hear music coming from the living room. You tie your bathing suit top as quickly as you can and throw on Joel’s shirt before walking towards the music.

You see Joel in the corner messing with an old radio, switching through the staticky channels until he stops on one that’s coming through mostly clear. You recognize the song that’s coming through the speakers, and he turns around setting his beer on the coffee table before walking over to you.

Anyone who’s ever had a heart

Wouldn’t turn around and break it

He grabs your hips pulling you into him, hands resting on the small of your back as he holds you close. You rest both your hands on his shoulders.

“Dance with me.” He whispers before starting to sway back and forth.

You move your hands up to wrap around his neck,and rest your head on his shoulder, listening to his heart beat as you sway back and forth with him. Your eyes close, getting lost in the moment just feeling his warm chest move under you with each breath. As you sway back and forth, you lift your head to look up at him and rest your hands on his chest. His nose gently brushes against yours as he stares at you with heavy lidded eyes.

Heavenly wine and roses

Seem to whisper to me when you smile

Joel spins you around causing you to let out a laugh before pulling you back in, his lips meeting with yours in a feverish kiss. One of his hands moves up to cup your cheek, pulling you closer as he lets out a content sigh.

Sweet Jane

Oh sweet, sweet Jane

He breaks the kiss still holding you close, eyes locked on yours as he continues to sway with you until the end of the song. He gently tucks a hair behind your ear before breaking the silence.

“Let me get changed and I’ll meet you outside.” He whispers to you, and you nod in agreement.

He plants one last gentle kiss on your lips before you walk to the bedroom and open the sliding door to the deck. When you step outside it’s a bit chilly, you quickly remove the cover from the hot tub and dip your hand into the warm water. When you look up towards the sliding glass door you see the silhouette of Joel’s broad frame in the dim light of the room as he walks towards the door. He’s holding two beers in his hand when he steps out, his eyes meet yours before closing the door.

You stand there with your hand in the water still as he sets the beers on the edge of the hot tub. He walks over to you and you turn around, leaning up against the hot tub facing him. Your eyes roam over his exposed chest and shoulders as he saunters towards you wearing a pair of dark blue swim trunks that hang dangerously low on his waist. He reaches out to grab the hem of the shirt you’re wearing, knuckles skimming the skin on your thighs as he slowly lifts it. You raise your arms allowing him to remove it before throwing it off to the side somewhere, leaving you in just your black bathing suit. His warm hands run up and down your sides caressing your soft skin as his eyes roam over your body.

“You’re heavenly.” He squeezes your hips, shaking his head in disbelief.

You rest your hands on his stomach right above the hem of his swim trunks, he sucks in a deep breath as you slowly move your hands up his soft stomach, over his chest and rest them on his solid shoulders. His hands move to squeeze your ass and you let out a small yelp causing Joel to chuckle.

“Very funny,” you roll your eyes giving him a playful smile as you grab his hand. “C’mon.”

You pull him along as you walk towards the steps to get in the hot tub. As you climb in, he rests his hand on your lower back. Once you're sitting he climbs in after you letting out a low groan as he sinks into the warm water. He grabs the beers from the ledge of the hot tub and hands you one, eyes staying locked on you as he takes a sip of his own. You’re sitting across from him, watching him as you sink further down into the water. He rests his arm over the edge of the hot tub holding his beer, and runs his other hand through his hair dampening it slightly.

“C’mere baby.” He sets his beer down and sits up straight.

You push yourself off the edge of your seat and swiftly lift yourself to straddle his lap, your drink forgotten on the other side of the hot tub. You settle in his lap, hands resting on the sides of his neck as he looks up at you. He trails his warm hands lightly up and down your back, causing goosebumps to form all over your damp skin.

“Joel…” you breathe out, rolling your hips into his.

“Goddamn.” He lets out a low moan.

You lightly pull at the hair on the back of his neck causing him to close his eyes for a moment, tongue sticking out to wet his lips. You can feel his hardening length start to grow beneath you, and when he opens his eyes again they’re immediately glued to your chest.

As his warm breath fans across your skin you move one of your hands to find the tie on the back of your bikini, pulling at the string once you find it. Your bathing suit top loosens and his eyes widen, darting up to yours. Then you move both your hands to the tie at your neck, pulling it loose and letting your top fall into the water before placing your hands on the ledge behind him. You can feel Joel’s fully hardened cock underneath you now as he takes in the sight of your bare chest.

“Fuck.” His hips lift and you press yourself into him.

“Like what you see?” You grind your hips into his again.

He looks up at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw as he nods in agreement. You grab his hands from your hips and lift them up to your tits, his eyes falling back to your chest. Your hands cover his as he lightly squeezes and kneads them while you continue to roll your hips into him.

“So pretty.” He hums.

You let out a small moan and his eyes turn dark as they snap up to yours. You remove your hands from his and slowly move yourself back, reaching into the water for his swim trunks. He sees what you’re doing and lifts his hips up as you pull them down, exposing his fully hardened cock.

He removes his hands from your breast to untie the strings on the bottoms of your bikini, pulling them out from under you and tossing them to the other side of the hot tub causing the water to slightly splash on you. You flinch and let out a small shout, leaning into Joel.

“Sorry” he says between laughs.

You wrap your arms around his solid form, laying your bare chest against his before meeting his lips with a passionate kiss. A long sigh leaves you lips as your body relaxes into him. His hard length is flush against your folds, tip nudging at your clit as you slowly thrust against him.

You’re breathing heavily as you break the kiss. “Need you.” It comes out quiet and soft.

“I’m all yours baby.” He grabs your face, placing his lips on yours again.

You slowly lift your hips until you feel his tip catch at your entrance, causing him to let out a low moan that vibrates through your chest. Joel slips his tongue past your lips deepening the kiss as you start to slowly sink down onto his cock. You remove your lips from his and let out another soft moan.

“Oh my god Joel, feels so good.” You mumble against his lips, nose nudging against his.

He’s speechless, both hands on your face as he looks up at you. You slowly move yourself up and down on his cock at a steady pace, just taking in the way he feels slowly stretching you. You tug at his hair causing his head to tilt up towards you more, and that sets something off in him.

He lets out a low growl before lifting you up off of him, spinning you around so your back is to him. Then he starts gently pushing you to the other side of the hot tub, his hands rest on your hips as you settle on your knees and your hands grip the ledge. Seconds later he’s thrusting his cock back into you, causing your body to jolt forward as you let out a gasp.

His pace starts out slow as he trails kisses down your bare back and shoulders. Then he starts to pick up his pace resting one of his hands over yours, the other on your hip as his broad frame leans over you. You turn your head to get a glimpse of him, and he leans forward, removing his hand from yours to grab your jaw as he kisses you.

“Take me so well baby.” He hums as his pace quickens.

Heat is building in your stomach, ready to snap at any second. His hand on your hip moves to wrap around you, holding you flush against him.

“I’m close.” It comes out barely audible.

The hand that’s holding your chin moves to rest on your shoulder as he lets out low grunts into the side of your neck, leaving hot kisses on your skin.

“Let me feel you, sweet thing.” He whispers into your ear, his deep voice making you shudder.

It’s enough to make the coil in your stomach finally snap, eyes fluttering shut as your walls clench around him. He lets out a groan as he fucks you through your orgasm, your name falling from his lips in low moans as his pace starts to faulter. He starts to pull out and you quickly grab his hand that’s resting on your shoulder, stopping him.

“Inside Joel,” You let out a breath. “Please.”

He slows down and plants both his hands on your hips, your words were enough to send him over the edge as he releases himself into you. A whimper leaves your mouth as you feel his warm load coat your walls. His forehead rests on your shoulder as he comes down from his high, breathing heavily while trying to catch his breath.

“Fuck, baby.” He leaves a soft kiss on your shoulder before pulling out of you with a low hiss.

After a moment Joel sits up and turns his body towards you, one hand resting on your inner thigh, the other draped along the edge of the hot tub. You sit up a little and your eyes meet his.

Both of his hands move to rest on on your cheeks, caressing your soft skin with his thumbs as you wrap your arms around his neck. He leans in to kiss you again, deep and slow as your lips move in sync. He breaks this kiss too soon leaning his forehead against yours, eyes closed and he takes in a deep breath. You keep your eyes closed, carding your fingers through his hair as you take in this moment.

Your chest swells, as you open your eyes you find him peering at you through heavy lidded eyes.

“Joel…”

“It’s true, all the roads lead to you. Everything I want and do.” He takes a deep breath.

Your hands rest on his broad shoulders as you brush your lips against his, taking in what he just confessed to you.

“I love you.” It’s barely audible, lower than a whisper.

Your lips fully meet with his and he grabs your legs to swing them over his lap, lips still attached to yours.

“I love you too.” He nuzzles his nose against your cheek.

You curl up closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder. His large hand runs up and down your back as you both sit there taking in the moment, listening to each other's breathing and the faint noises of the night.

tagging a few moots <3

@sscorpiiio @gracieheartsspedro @ilovepedro @pedrospartner @joelsversion @javiscigarette @jenispunk @beskarandblasters @tinygarbage @shatteredbaby @nostalxgic @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @isitmeulookin4

thanks for reading 🤍 and thank you @pr0ximamidnight for letting me ramble and send updates ily AND thank you for the summary 🫡

thinking about a part 2 also if anyone’s interested 👀 my asks box is open to chat!

#joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #soft!joel miller #joel miller #joel miller fic #couldn’t stop thinking about hot tub sex with joel

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sardonic-the-writer · 15 days

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: sodapop, ponyboy, johnny cade, and dallas winston

↳ warnings: mentions of being beaten up, various injuries, and angst. no actual description of being jumped

↳ notes: could be interpreted as romantic or platonic. had trouble trying to nail all of them down, so i hope i did them justice. reblogs and comments and greatly appreciated

↳ song: blue moon (take five)—elvis presely

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𝐒𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐩

• It's mid-day when he stumbles in from a long morning of working on cars down at the DX with Steve. Grease is all along the skin of his hands, and a different kind can be seen slicking back his hair, but that's nothing a hot shower can't fix

• He was on his way to do just that, enjoying the for once empty house as he did so, only to stop dead in his tracks when he saw you splayed out on the couch

• You were so still his first thought was that you were taking a nap. But once Soda looked closer, he quickly realized you were doing anything but sleep

• "Hey there Soda." You slurred with a careless grin, elevating your head the best you could to keep blood from dripping into your eye; the likes of which was already beginning to swell an angry red color

• It was clear to Soda what had happened. Everyone in the gang had been jumped once or twice, the more minor ones resulting in a fist fight or two while the bigger fights ended up with scars like Johnny had, and he could tell this was one of the latter

• "Good glory."

• Soda immediately dropped everything to take care of you. Or, when you wouldn't let him fuss over you, insisting you were fine (you were not), he goes out of his way to keep an eye on you. The only times he leaves your side on the couch is to bring you some rubbing alcohol and a bandage for the open wounds

• Turns into such a mother hen. Even after getting a closer look at your injuries, which turned out to be less troubling than he had expected, he still refuses to leave you alone

• "What were you doing walking in that part of town?" He throws his hands in the air as you finally explained where you'd gotten jumped. "You know we ain't liked much there, man."

• You grunted with a mix of pain and annoyance as you sat yourself up more. "Yeah, well I wasn't exactly expecting to get jumped in broad daylight on a public street now, was I?"

• He supposes that's a fair point, but won't admit it. Especially not while your skin is turning various shades of the rainbow

• After that day he always makes sure to remind you not to walk anywhere soc's are known to hang. It even goes as far as him suggesting he could draw you a map, to which you respond by reminding him that you'd lived here just as long as he had and could walk by yourself thank you very much

• "At least make sure you carry a blade or something, yeah?" He practically begs you, all the while staring at the small scar that swiped across the beginning of your hairline. A memory of when you had been stupid enough to get into a fight you knew you wouldn't win

• "Yeah yeah whatever Soda." You puff, promising him that if anything like that ever happens again you won't hesitate to call him or one of the other guys

• He might be a bit overbearing, but by god does Soda love you, so don't you go getting beat up on now

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• This was before he had gotten tag teamed on the way back from the movies, so frankly, when Ponyboy finds you leaning against a brick wall downtown with your head all but limp against it, he thinks he's found a dead body

• Pony is just about to nervously pass it when he notices your shoes—the exact same type he'd seen you wearing the last time you'd met up with him

• Has no idea what to do at first. He'd never seen anyone other than Johnny look like this after getting jumped, and the other boy had been crying. You were just laying there. He supposed that is he had been you, he would have been hollering for his brothers by now

• Doesn't freak out. That's not in his nature. Instead, Pony kind of just stares at you for a moment before walking over and shaking you. Perhaps with a bit more force than nessicary

• Despite his gift with words, Pony couldn't describe the relief that washed over him when he opened his eyes even if he wanted to

• "What happened?" He says your name with an underlying quiver to it, eyes darting around your shoulders as he looks at bruises and cuts. Nothing serious he hopes, but it's hard to tell in the moonlight. If he squints his eyes hard enough, he thinks he sees purple marks in the shape of fingers around your neck

• Sure enough, when you speak your voice is a little wheezey

• "What does it look like?" You cough, throwing your head back against the wall with enough effort that Pony hears a crack. "Owch. Forgot that was there."

• He isn't sure if your asking him about your face, or talking about the brick wall. Either way he wouldn't know what to say, so he just responds by standing up and bringing you with him

• Ponyboy feels about as young as he looks when the two of you first start walking down the dimly lit streets, but by the time he's close enough to see the lights of his house, he swears to himself that his muscles would've given out if the walk had been another block longer

• His brothers, and whoever else happens to be over at the house at the time, mostly take over once he manages to pry the screen door open with his free hand and toss you inside. Pony stands by as they make sure you'll be okay, occasionally making use of his hands by bringing you water or disinfectant

• He tries to skip school the next day to stay home with you and make sure you sleep alright, but is sent off anyways when Darry vetos that idea before he could even fully suggest it

• Real eager to get home all through the school day, and is glad when he walks in on you sitting in his kitchen that afternoon, rubbing at the spots on your neck as you eat a meal Darry managed to scrounge up for you

• Let's just say Pony is always the first to ask you to be safe when you go out alone after that

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• If this is Johnny before he himself gets jumped, then you're getting a very concerned friend questioning you in a soft voice as he tries not to look at your injuries too much. He knows that he hates it when people stare at him after his dad hits him, so he attempts to offer you the curtosy he never got

• Post beaten Johnny though? He's a nervous wreck

• It's even worse if he finds you before you find him. His first thought is that the people that did this to you might still be around, and he's ashamed of himself for wanting to run away. Later when he confesses that train of thought to you you reassure him he's fine and that anyone would have done the same thing, but he still gets an icky feeling in his gut anytime he thinks about it

• Assuming that you manage to stumble upon him first though, Johnny knows what to do and how to do it. It's almost sad that he knows the exact way to deal with a situation with this, but seeing as it happened to him not too long ago, it's not exactly a surprise

• He can't stop himself for looking for signs of ring indents on your face as he wipes blood off your face with shakey hands. His gaze is so intense that even through the pounding in your head you can tell what Johnny's thinking

• "It wasn't the same guys." You croak out. Johnny is momentarily startled at your words and turns as if to move away before hesitantly returning to the task at hand

• "Oh." His voice cracks. "Good."

• After making sure you're no longer bleeding, or at the very least hurting with every breath you take, he calls Ponyboy up first thing. It's the only other person he immediately thought of in the moment, and can't remember a time that he was more greatful then when Pony shows up to help him

• The two boys eventually tell everyone else, but that night Johnny relived every bad moment he's ever experienced all in one, and doesn't know that he'd have been able to deal with that if Pony or you hadn't been there; even if you were beaten black and blue

• Sometime later Johnny realizes that he'd been jumping at little things less and less, and a small part of him wonders if going through that with you that one night helped him to overcome some of his own fears. Even if by a little bit

• The thought it is comforting

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• Red light filtered through the bar windows as you stumbled up rickety steps to knock on an equally as rickety door

• Your teeth chattered in the night despite it being in the middle of summer, mustering the most genuine smile you could as the entrance eventually opened

• "Dallas here?" You asked the man in the door with a poorly disguised groan

• Whatever would have happened next was promptly cut short at you felt your throat tighten. With a lurch in both your stoumach and your body, you leaned forward to vomit straight on Buck Merril's boots

• "Urg. Oops."

• Buck didn't even bother to growl at you or go look for Dallas before snatching you inside. If it had been a busier night, or if he had liked those boots more, he might have done either of those things. Or just straight up have left you to sit on that doorstep until morning

• But Bucm knew just by looking at you that you were in no condition to be left alone, and that Dallas would kill him if one of his friends died on his doorstep

• The bartender forwent knocking on Dallas' door before busting it open. He only had time to hope that his friend wasn't hooking up with anyone before stomping in, your dazed figure trailing behind him

• Thankfully it was just Dallas in the room. Just a pissed, shirtless looking Dallas. The way he shot up from in his bed made Buck think he had been trying to get some sleep and failing

• "They showed up looking for you. Let me know if you need to phone the hospital." He mummbled before slamming the door on the way out. Dallas barely had time to ask what in the fuck he was talking about before you planted face first on the foot of his bed

• Later he would be annoyed that you got bloodstains all over his sheets, but in the moment he was more focused on your ripped clothes and skin littered with flecks of glass and gravel

• "Got any bandaids Dally?" You ask with a dry tone, the joke falling flat at he three the covers off of himself. Part of them landed on your head over at the other end of the bed, and he rushed to move then away

• "Shit— uh, hold on." Was all he could manage. You took it upon yourself to cautiously crawl up against the wall, mindfully of the way your body screamed at you to stop as you did so

• Dallas finished russeling through one of his dresser drawers— the very same one that he would later go through to give Ponyboy and Johnny his gun after their late night misshap —coming back to you with a sunbleached cloth and some pills

• "Hold that wherever its bleeding the most." He said gruffly. "And take these."

• "What are they?" You swallowed them without waiting for his answer

• "Hangover pills. The only sort of medicine Buck has here that isn't white and powdery." Dally leaned far back from you for a moment to scan your available skin, eyes lingering on the way you winced everytime your stoumach moved in the slightest

• "Got me there the worst." You noticed his looks and chose to talk through your urge to hurl again. "Still feels like the winds been kicked out of me."

• "Soc's?" Is all he asks

• You shake your head. "No. Some other greasers. Picked a fight with them last week. I won and forgot all about it. Didn't realize that they were that ticked off about it."

• Dallas resisted the urge to scoff at you, and it must have shown on his face if the way you laughed said anything

• "Glory Dallas Winston, can you judge me later when I'm not bleeding all across your buddies floor?"

• "Sure sure." He waved, eyebrows furrowing

• He finds himself wishing later that you had gone to Darry or even Steve for help with this stuff. He isn't the best at dressing wounds, even if he's had lots of practice on himself, and knows better than most that his bedside manner isn't exactly the best. When you're not wincing or dry heaving in a bout of pain, the two of you are bickering

• "Anymore tighter and my finger will be likely to fall off, Dal."

• "Shut up."

• For the love of everything good don't ever do this to him again. Dallas has no idea how to be soft with people, and he isn't sure offering you a cigarette right after disinfecting your wounds is the best way to do it

• You accept the unusual gift anyways, shaking your head with a smile as you do so

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minhosimthings · 4 months

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OMG, HOW ABOUT THE OTHER HYUNG LINE??? LIKE HOW THEY WILL TELL U THEY WANT TO FUCK U??

Alright I included Jay's too so that I can link this in my masterlist! Also damn anon that brain of yours is sexyyy.

Heeseung isn't as shy or respectful in bed as Jay is. Although he respects your boundaries, he forgets what the word means once he's in between your legs.

So he takes a much faster approach, sneaky and slow like Jay (because the hare never won the race) but applicable more faster than Jay's.

Heeseung, being Heeseung would love to ask you up front, because you, knowing what he's like, would immediately say yes. Or atleast that's what Heeseung thinks until he gets another idea in his mind to test you. Being the playboy material he is, Heeseung would drop more major hints than Jay. Some of which include, squeezing your ass every minute, trapping you in certain places like leaning over you to get the paprika from the shelf behind you, or even straight up dry humping you. Heeseung loves seeing you crack slowly, he loves seeing you on your knees begging for him, like a servant begging for freedom. It's one of the things that got him off, often, seeing you being so intoxicated for his dick.

"Ah-ah fuck baby." He'd moan, loving how your mouth wrapped around his dick as soon as he told you your pussy will get filled with his cum once you sucked him off. Heeseung's mind went straight to his cock once the sight of you going on your knees so fast hit his eyes.

"Such a good girl for me aren't you?" He'd say, thrusting his hips harder into your face, his dick basically choking you as it hit your throat, "Going dumb for my cock." And he would go absolutely mental as soon as he cums inside your mouth, "Swallow it up baby, I know you like that don't you?"

To wrap it up (like Hee's dick), Heeseung is a sadist, a degrading yet praising, sadist. He wants to see you crack, to get on your knees and worship him like a God.

Jay is a very respectful person and always knows never to push your boundaries, especially when it comes to sex. But I feel like there's always a blue moon when he craves your pussy wrapped around his dick, giving him every pleasure he's ever wanted. But he'd be shy to ask you directly cause he doesn't want you to think he's some sort of sex hungry person.

So he approaches you as if he's a slow poison, creeping up and taking the kill when you are completely unaware.

Jay would drop hints, subtle hints, maybe a flash of his abs here, or 'accidentally' wearing a tight turtle neck with his rings on, which he knows will make you weak. He wants you to crack first, to ask him if he wants to have sex, instead of him doing it himself.

And you, being the world's greatest wife girlfriend, will crack, because who wouldn't after seeing Jay in all those nice rings on fingers which you so desperately wanted inside of you?

"If you wanted me to fuck you, you could have just asked, princess." Jay would smirk at you, after seeing how a simple movie night, with you grinding against him, has now turned into a heated session on the couch, with you trapped under Jay's rough pace on you, his dick pushing deeper and hitting the spot he knew always made you crazy.

You knew he wanted this, and you knew you could have just made him into a needy whiny baby, but feeling him inside of you, nice big dick rubbing against your walls as you felt that tight knot in your stomach,made you think that next time he did all this, you were just going to let him fuck you on the ground.

So in conclusion, Jay doesn't ask. He makes you ask.

Even though Jake is classified as an introvert, I have very high beliefs that Jake would be the only one out of all of them whose going to ask you straight up. He isn't someone who liked dropping hints or riling you up. He wants sex? He gets sex.

Romantic isn't it? Atleast in his eyes it is.

Just imagine, you and Jake going to some party, and he's bored out of his soul, the only thing in his mind, his hardened dick inside your wet cunt. He always did slide in pretty easily.

So he casually strolls towards you, whose talking to your best friend, and wraps an arm around your waist, leaning in to kiss your neck, while whispering in your ear, "Bathroom, now."

And that's the story of how you're currently mufling your moans in the bathroom as Jake's tip rubs against your pussy. He always did love teasing you.

"Shh baby, can't let the others know can we?" He'd say, as you basically scream, when his dick stretches you out without warning. He's ramming his hips into you, holding your hips steady as your unsteady breat does nothing but encouraging him more. One hand covering your mouth, one hand squeezing your waist, adding to your pleasure.

"Ah-ah fuck darling, you're so tight for me today." He moans, feeling you clench perfectly around his dick. He can feel the pressure in his tummy, he wants to let go into you.

Jake would make sure to make your orgasm last as long as possible, a treat for fucking you so abruptly in the middle of a party, which quite frankly speaking you weren't really enjoying much, until your boyfriend's sudden sexual surprise.

Jake's an extroverted introvert. My man ain't shy to tell you when he needs your sweet cunt.

Sunghoon..... Do I hear the greatest sadist in all of Enha's hyung line?

Sunghoon is a tease, a great one, and the man owns it. So he'd be a mixture of Heeseung and Jay, but he'd use more, how do I put this, oh yeah drastic methods.

Maybe he'll dig out that pheromone perfume he's been hiding in his drawer, or maybe he'll feed you a shit ton of chocolate (he's heard it induces female hormones a lot), or maybe he'll just resort to fucking himself with loud moans in the bedroom, just so you can hear your poor boyfriend's resorts to fucking himself and then go and ride him a bit.

If he uses pheromones instead, which is more likely, since, again, he's a sadist, he'd spray it crazy everywhere. Maybe on your bedside table, on your necklace, on himself. And you'd go crazy, not understanding what in the atmosphere was making you want to fuck your boyfriend so hard.

"Aww baby you want my cock?" Sunghoon would tease, throwing you onto the bed, and binding your hands above your head, "You can have my fingers first."

Fingering you, so that he can stretch you out, Sunghoon loves seeing your scrunched up face when he edges you to the brink of insanity.

"Aww you want to cum? Too bad baby, you don't get to cum that early."

He's obsessed with the way you whimper when he teases you with his tip, lining his precum all over your pussy.

"Look at you, going dumb for my cock." Sunghoon would smirk, feeling your fingers desperately pinning him to yourselves. He didn't even have to thrust much, with you pulling him to yourself.

Male ego is often fragile and for Hoon, oh it's an egg. Much like Heeseung, he adores seeing you crack into insanity. Sunghoon's a sadist. Drastic methods are his thing.

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sixgunluvr · 12 days

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Rugged Passion

Mature Readers ONLY, 18+.

Pairing Arthur with a female reader, language, smut. Sorry if I forgot anything.

Arthur has been away for a week now on a job. You had no idea when or if he'd be back. Going on these far away jobs always worries you. There is no way you can even imagine your life without him. On the seventh evening of him being gone you're lost in your thoughts standing by yourself on the overlook gazing at the full moon when you feel hands reaching around your waist from behind….

The bright full moon hung low in the sky , casting its gentle, silvered glow over the landscape. You stood at the edge of the Horseshoe Overlook, looking down upon the river flowing below.

There was a stillness to the night that felt almost otherworldly—the sound of the distant rustling of leaves, and your heart galloping in your chest.

It had been a week since Arthur had left on a job. You forced yourself to push away your worry; you couldn't even imagine your life without him, but you knew these jobs were necessary and that Arthur was as skilled as they came.

The muffled sounds of the camp echoing behind you, the crackling fire, his friends' laughter—it was all so distant and surreal. You focused on the midnight-blue sky speckled with stars, wishing on a shooting star and watching as it streaked across the horizon.

A sudden gust of wind swept across the overlook causing your long hair to whip around your face and you shivered.

And then, there they were—rough, firm hands slipping around your waist, pulling you into a rock-hard chest. You closed your eyes, recognizing the scent that was immediately familiar and so very welcome.

The roughness of Arthur's muscular physique as he turned you around inside his embrace, ignited a burning passion in your core.

His intense gaze met yours, and you were completely lost in his emerald eyes, as they gleamed in the moonlit dusk.

"Missed me?" he growled, pulling you closer against his hips, grinding them into yours.

A husky, needy sound escaped your lips, as you felt his hardness, and you bit your lip.

"More than you could ever imagine," you managed to get out, as you locked your gaze, feeling an insatiable desire that had been confined and simmering, impatiently waiting for this moment.

He crushed his mouth down onto yours, no hesitation, devouring every part of you—the feverish intensity matching what you felt within.

His tongue demanded entry and you opened for him, losing yourself in the sensation of your bodies, once again two pieces of the same whole.

His hands roamed up and down your body possessively, and you gasped as he squeezed your breast roughly, before he slipped his hand down to your pelvis, urgently pushing your thighs apart with force and pinning you against the rock-face, your back scraping against it as he ground his pelvis demandingly against you.

"You have no fucking idea how much I missed you—needed you," Arthur groaned, his hot breath pouring down your neck, while you felt his erection straining against his pants.

You whimpered, your body shivering from the thought of giving yourself to this man, right here, right now. The aching hunger you'd been holding at bay all week was threatening to consume you.

"Show me," you practically choked out, gripping his biceps like they were your lifeline and you were drowning.

You had always been the quieter one in your relationship, but the urgency in his voice had you abandoning your hesitancy, welcoming the rawness to come.

"I would love nothing more darlin', but not here." He whispered nodding back at the camp, reminding you that there were prying eyes. "Meet me at our spot in 15 minutes." He said, his voice as raw and demanding as his body.

Your heart thumped loudly, already pounding from you being reunited. You nodded, unable to trust your own voice to reply.

He released you, running his thumb sensuously over your jawline and bottom lip before turning to walk away. You watched as he walked back to the camp to speak with Dutch.

Your thighs trembled, as you pushed your body from the rock, turning to walk in the direction of the old oak tree and large rocks, your hidden oasis.

You forced your body to steady as you walked, aware of your wetness dripping down your thighs. You had always been insatiable where Arthur was concerned, your passion only growing with every moment apart, and now the mere thought of having him inside of you had your entire body flushed and begging for more.

As you reached your secret meeting place - the old oak tree and the towering, weathered rocks - a shiver of excitement ran through your spine.

Quickly, holding the lantern high, you scanned the area, making sure you were alone.

Suddenly, Arthur was there— his face so close to yours that your breaths intermingled, full of raw, unbridled desire.

His eyes, dark and full of sin, met yours and you gasped as he leaned in, his lips crashing against yours in a searing kiss. He tasted like whiskey and tobacco—a potent combination that made your head swim and sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

His rough hands began to roam your body greedily, as if he couldn't get enough of you. He pulled the laces of your bodice free, and you shivered as the cool night air caressed your exposed skin.

His hot lips found the sensitive spot where your shoulder and neck met, and he nipped and sucked on the flesh there, causing you to moan loudly. Your fingers found the buttons of his pants and, with trembling hands, you fumbled to free him from their confines.

"Easy there, cowgirl," he purred, grabbing your wrists to hold you still. "Let me take care of you first."

He pushed you up against the tree, his body pressing into yours. The roughness of the bark against your back only fueled your arousal.

His mouth found your breasts and he sucked and teased your nipples.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he groaned, before his mouth found yours again.

His tongue plunged inside, tasting and exploring you and you could do nothing but surrender to him.

Arthur's hands slid down your body and he gripped your thighs, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. He pressed himself against you, and you could feel his hardness straining against the fabric of his pants, seeking the heat of your wetness.

"I need you inside me," you moaned, unable to control yourself. You needed release, needed him to erase the week-long ache that had been building in you.

"Please, Arthur," you pleaded, rocking your hips against him, desperately trying to alleviate the ache.

He growled in response, his hunger for you evident.

"I got you darlin', don't worry," Arthur ground out between gritted teeth.

He carried you over to the large rocks nearby, where you had shared so many stolen moments before.

He laid you down on the soft moss covering the boulder, his gaze roaming hungrily over your exposed skin.

His hands trailed up your legs, pushing your skirts up to your waist, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to him.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he growled, running his thumb over your clit, causing you to gasp and writhe beneath him. He slipped a finger inside of you, and you moaned loudly as he began to move it in and out, slowly at first, then faster, building up a rhythm that had your hips bucking against him.

"That's it darlin', let go for me," he urged, as his thumb continued to circle your clit.

You were beyond words at this point, all you could do was feel. The sensation of his finger filling you up, his thumb working its magic, was almost too much to bear.

"Please, more," you begged, your voice hoarse with need.

He obliged, slipping another finger inside, stretching you further, and sending a jolt of pure pleasure through your entire body.

You arched your back, pressing your breasts up towards him, desperate for more.

"You like that don't you?" he taunted, his voice thick and husky. "You like when I touch you like this."

You nodded, unable to form any coherent words, as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.

"Beg me for it, darlin'. Beg me to make you come."

"Please! Oh, God, please! Make me come!" you pleaded, your voice shaking.

"Please, Arthur, I need to feel you inside of me. I ache for you."

He pulled his fingers out of you, causing you to whimper in protest. But your displeasure was quickly replaced with pleasure as he unbuttoned his pants and freed his throbbing erection.

"Watch me," he commanded, his voice gruff and commanding.

You did as you were told, your gaze fixated on his cock as he began to stroke it, up and down.

He was so hard, so big. Watching him touch himself was bringing you to the brink of madness, your hips rocking with need.

"Look at how much I want you," he continued, his voice dripping with lust. "Are you ready for me, darlin'?"

You nodded, unable to find the words to respond. You were beyond ready, you needed him inside of you now.

He positioned himself at your entrance, and you gasped as you felt the tip of him enter you, inch by slow inch.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, as he continued to sink deeper inside, filling you up completely.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he began to move—slowly at first, as if savoring every second of being inside you again. He drove himself into you with long, deep strokes, causing your hips to buck wildly beneath him.

"Yes, just like that," you moaned, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you held onto him for dear life.

The sensation of him filling you up completely was almost indescribable; it was as if you were home again after being lost for weeks on end.

His gaze locked onto yours as he continued to thrust into you, faster and harder with every passing moment.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire.

You could feel every inch of him as he moved inside of you—the way his pelvis rubbed against your swollen clit, the way you could feel his heart pounding in sync with yours.

"Harder," you begged, your voice breathy.

You could feel yourself on the verge of a release that threatened to shatter you into a million pieces, but you wanted to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible.

Arthur obliged, driving his hips harder against yours, fucking you with a primal intensity that had you panting and clutching at him.

His ragged breathing matched your own as he pushed deeper and harder within you.

You could feel yourself nearing the edge, the build-up of pressure taking over.

“Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop,” you urged, your nails digging into his back.

Arthur grunted in response, driving himself deeper within you.

“You want to come for me, darlin’? Come for me then, take what you want,” he commanded, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

Your body responded instinctively, and you felt the first wave of pleasure wash over you as your muscles tightened around him.

Your climax hit you hard and fast, sending electric currents running through your body as you cried out his name.

He kept driving into you, drawing out your orgasm until you were a shuddering, trembling mess beneath him.

But Arthur wasn’t done with you yet. Far from it. He continued thrusting into you, his hips moving with a relentless rhythm that had you gasping for breath. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, your nipples hard and sensitive.

Arthur reached down between your bodies, finding your clit with his thumb. He circled it gently, sending another wave of pleasure cascading through your body.

You were still reeling from your first orgasm, but the second one was rapidly approaching.

"That's right, darlin', come for me again," he groaned, as his thumb worked its magic on your sensitive clit.

With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside of you and held himself there, as the walls of your pussy milked his cock. Your muscles tightened around him as he released his load, his hot semen filling you up.

The sensation of him pulsing inside of you only served to intensify your second orgasm, your own release coating his cock.

As your peak subsided and your breathing slowed, Arthur collapsed on top of you, his heavy weight against yours a comforting reminder of him being here, in this moment, with you.

His breath was hot and heavy on your neck, and you could feel the rapid beating of his heart against your own chest.

The weight of his body on top of yours, coupled with the feeling of his cock still buried deep inside of you, was a welcome sensation that you never wanted to end.

Your flesh was slick with sweat and sex, and you could feel his heart jackhammering against yours as his breathing started to regulate.

But before the silence settled between you entirely, Arthur slowly pushed himself up, withdrawing his semi erect cock from you.

You whimper at the sensation of feeling so empty, and your heart races at the thought of him slipping away so quickly.

Before you even have a chance to protest, he pulls you up into a standing position facing the rock you were just laying on. You feel his hands on your shoulders, pushing you down gently until your palms rest on the soft blanket of moss covering the rock.

He leans down and whispers in your ear, "Not yet, darlin'.

I'm not done with you yet."

Your heart races in anticipation, and you feel his hands trail down your sides, coming to a stop at your hips. His grip tightens and he pulls you back onto him.

You feel his hardness press against you, and you involuntarily push back against him. His fingers dig into your hips and he thrusts forward, entering you once again.

He feels huge inside of you and you gasp at the sensation. His thrusts are deep and deliberate, filling every inch of you with his cock.

He wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you closer as he fucks you from behind. With his other hand, he reaches down between your legs, finding your clit.

“Oh, fuck, Arthur,” you moan, feeling yourself quickly approaching another orgasm. He rubs his thumb in slow circles over your clit, causing you to clench around his cock. You can tell he loves the way you feel all around him, your pussy tightening with every stroke.

He's gripping you firmly, guiding your movements as if you're his dance partner. His chest is pressed against your back, his stubble scratchy against your neck. His breath is hot on your ear as he whispers filthy things, making you blush and push back harder.

"That's right, baby. Take all of me. You feel so damn good."

You hear the obscene sounds of your bodies slapping together, the wetness of your arousal coating his cock. The thought of how turned on you both are sends you over the edge again.

It's the third time tonight, your body shuddering with pleasure as you scream out his name, your muscles contracting around his cock, milking it for every drop of his hot cum.

He lets out a guttural growl as he empties himself inside of you, his cock twitching with the intensity of his release. He collapses on top of you, the weight of his body pressing you down onto the rock, your breathing matching in its erratic pace.

You feel his hot breath on your neck and back, his beard rough and scratchy against your skin.

He runs his hands up your body, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples. You arch your back and let out a moan, your body still trembling from your orgasm.

"Goddamn, you feel amazing," he groans, his lips finding your shoulder as he begins to trail kisses down your spine.

He pulls out of you gently, making you whimper at the feeling of losing him. But before you can fully register the loss, you feel him lifting you up and turning you around to face him.

His lips come crashing down on yours, his tongue delving into your mouth with an urgency that makes your head spin. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist, your arms encircling his neck as you deepen the kiss, tasting the remnants of your shared passion on his lips.

Breaking the kiss, Arthur trails his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin as he makes his way down to your breasts, which are still exposed from earlier.

He takes one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before biting down just enough to make you gasp.

Arthur continues his assault on your breasts while your hips rock against his still-hard cock, desperate for more of him.

"Please, Arthur," you beg, your voice hoarse with desire. "I need you inside me again."

In response, Arthur lifts you up and impales you on his cock, making you cry out in pleasure. He pistons his hips upwards, each thrust sending a jolt of ecstasy throughout your body.

Your breath comes in ragged gasps as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips, pulling you down onto him.

You throw your head back, moaning in pleasure as his mouth finds your breast, his teeth grazing your sensitive nipple. With each thrust, he hits that magical spot deep within you, causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," he growls, pulling your hips down harder as he drives himself deeper inside you.

"You're so goddamn tight, I can barely stand it."

His words send a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, and you whimper as he begins to thrust harder, faster. Your body moves in time with his, sweat beading on your skin from the sheer intensity of your lovemaking.

The sound of your bodies slapping together echoes in the still night, and you let out a filthy curse as he hits that spot deep inside you, causing your muscles to clench around him.

He growls in approval and picks up his pace, fucking you harder, faster.

"Oh, fuck," he grunts, "you like that, don't you?"

Your only response is a whimper as your head thrashes back and forth. His hips are slapping against yours, and you can feel every inch of him buried deep inside of you. Your clit is swollen and sensitive, rubbing against his lower stomach as he thrusts into you.

His mouth finds yours once again, swallowing your moans of pleasure as your hips buck wildly against his.

"You like that, don't you?" he repeats, his voice low and husky. "You like my big, hard cock filling you up like this?"

You can't speak, can only nod your head frantically as you feel another wave of pleasure building inside of you. You're so close, so fucking close.

You can feel the pressure building, the waves of pleasure growing stronger with each thrust. Your legs tremble, your toes curl, and you're gasping for breath as Arthur continues to drive himself into you with wild abandon.

"Come for me, baby. Let me feel you come all over my cock," he growls, nipping at your earlobe.

That's all it takes. You shatter around him, your orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave.

Your vision goes white as you scream out his name, your pussy clenching around his cock in tight, pulsing waves.

Arthur groans, his own release slamming into him as he empties himself inside of you. His cock throbs within you, filling you completely as his hot seed spills into you. It's a heady feeling, knowing that you are the one who has brought him to this point. That you have driven this rugged cowboy to the brink of madness with pleasure.

You slowly unlock your ankles from around his waist and lower your feet to the cool earth.

You hold onto him, not wanting the moment to end, but you both need time to catch your breath. You feel the sensation of your combined releases trickling down your thighs and onto the ground.

Your bodies are flush against one another, still breathing heavily as he bends down and rests his forehead against yours. His hands cup your face and his thumb gently wipes away a stray tear that has escaped from the corner of your eye.

"What's wrong, darlin'?" He asks with concern, searching your face for an answer.

You bite your lower lip and look away, feeling embarrassed for getting emotional during your intimate moment.

"Don't be shy," he urges, tilting your chin up so that you have no choice but to meet his gaze. "Tell me what's on your mind."

"I just missed you so much," you whisper, your voice cracking with emotion.

"Being without you feels like an eternity. I never know when or if you'll come back."

Arthur's expression softens, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. "I'm sorry, darlin'. I know it's hard for you when I'm gone. But I promise I always come back to you, don't I?"

You nod, sniffling. "Yes, you do. It's just that I can't help but worry sometimes. What if something were to happen to you?

What if you didn't make it back?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Arthur's chest rises and falls with every deep breath he takes, his eyes never leaving yours. "Listen to me, darlin'. I will always come back to you. I may have to go away for a while, but I will always find my way back to you. And when I do, I want to see that beautiful smile on your face. I want to hear your sweet laughter. And I want to bury myself deep inside of you again and again.

I want to claim your body and soul as mine and only mine. I want to make you scream my name and beg for more. I want to leave you breathless and satisfied. But most importantly, I want you to know that I will always protect you and keep you safe, no matter what."

His words make you feel loved, cherished, and wanted. You had never felt this way before, until he came along. This rugged, handsome cowboy had stolen your heart and taken it on a wild ride. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

You crave the way he touches you, the way he brings your body to heights of pleasure you never thought possible. You love how he makes you feel so alive, so desired. It's like he has awakened a dormant hunger within you, a hunger that can only be satisfied by him. And when he's gone, you feel like a part of you is missing.

It was as if you both had been starved of affection from the moment you met each other and the moment you got together, you couldn't keep your hands off of each other. There was always a sense of urgency in your lovemaking, like you both knew it couldn't last forever. So you took what you could get, and you took it hard.

It was as if you had both been waiting your whole lives to find each other.

You were the missing piece in his heart, just as he was the missing puzzle piece in yours.

And in the quiet of the warm night, as the moon hung full and heavy in the sky, you lost yourselves in a storm of passion, wild and desperate.

He pressed his mouth hard against yours, and the taste of him made your head spin. Your tongues clashed and teased, and you drank him in like a woman possessed.

He grabbed your chin and tilted it, seeking better access to the recesses of your mouth. He tasted sweet and smoky and raw.

His beard scratched against your jawline and his tongue explored every inch of your mouth. You moaned into him, the sound muffled by his invading tongue.

Your fingers crept up and knotted in his hair, pulling him closer as your bodies pressed together.

Arthur's hands moved from your face, trailing down the column of your throat, stopping just above your breasts. He took advantage of your parted lips to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as though he were trying to devour you whole.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as his fingers brushed against your hardened nipples. He broke the kiss, trailing a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck.

You moaned in pleasure thinking, how did I ever live without this man before?

But the truth was, you couldn't remember.

Before Arthur had come into your life, you felt like you were just existing—not truly living.

He had changed everything for you, giving you a new perspective on life, on love, and on intimate connections with others.

But with this sense of freedom and pleasure came a constant fear—the fear of losing him.

Every time he left for a job, you would count down the days until his return, your heart filled with a sick, gnawing anxiety.

But when he finally did come back, it was as if all your fears and worries had merely been figments of your imagination. He would hold you close, his muscular arms encircling your waist, and you would breathe in his earthy scent, feeling safe and secure once more.

The two of you would lose yourselves in each other, your bodies moving together with a familiarity and ease that only came from knowing someone intimately.

And as the sun rose and the day began, you would lie in each other's arms, your limbs tangled together, both unwilling to let go.

This was your life now with Arthur, an outlaw cowboy who had captured your heart with his rugged good looks and fierce loyalty. You had never known a love like this before, a love that was wild and untamed, just like the West itself.

You never imagined that such a love would find you in the small, desolate town you lived in, but here it was.

You were a young woman in a time where women were expected to be proper and never show any sort of impropriety. However, with Arthur, all of those expectations were thrown out the window. With him, you felt free to be your true self, to explore your deepest desires without fear of judgement or ridicule.

You had always been curious about the taboo, the forbidden, the things that were deemed inappropriate for a lady.

Arthur brought those desires to life.

His rugged and dangerous nature was a magnet for you, and the contrast between him and the “proper” men in the town was stark. He was an outlaw, a man who lived by his own rules, and that rebellion against society was endlessly tempting for you.

You could never resist the pull of the forbidden, and Arthur was the epitome of that concept.

In Arthur's arms, you were not just a young woman in a small town, waiting for her life to start.

You were a passionate, adventurous soul, who craved the same excitement and danger that Arthur lived for. His mere presence inspired you to break free from the boundaries that society had placed on you.

Together, you would embark on a journey of self-discovery and passion that would take you to the heights of ecstasy, while simultaneously testing the limits of your love.

This, this is where you belonged. Here in the arms of Arthur, in the heart of the Wild West, amidst the beautifully untamed landscape that stretched out before you, vast and unending.

You closed your eyes and breathed in deeply, filling your lungs with the cool night air and the scent of Arthur, and you reveled in the feeling of his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his fingertips brushing against your skin.

In moments like this, you felt safe, protected, cherished.

With a sigh of contentment, you leaned into his embrace, letting yourself drift away on a sea of pleasure and desire.

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beanghostprincess · 3 months

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You ever think of random AUs specifically for ships?

Like. The idea of Buggy having been a slave in his SUPER EARLY years, pre-Roger. The idea that Buggy's F response isn't fight or flight, it's FAWN. Crocodile and Mihawk threaten him and he immediately starts flirting, offers to subjugate himself, locking boots - it's played for giggles, mostly, or at least perceived as a sign of Buggy's willingness to throw out pride for survival, but like. Man.

Imagine Buggy WAS a slave. Imagine Roger and crew having freed him or having found him. That Buggy equated Roger with FREEDOM and HAPPINESS and his first taste of LOVE and JOY and HOPE. Roger was his hero, his captain, and Buggy thought of him so highly that it hurt.

So then the fight with Shanks takes a new level - Shaks would have KNOWN Buggy's history - I doubt they'd have been able to hide anything from one another. And then Shanks, Roger's choice of heir, the one entrusted with the ambition and passed on right to the throne, the only person OTHER than Roger that Buggy would have followed, the only other one he trusted - Shanks took all of that expectation, all that burden, and threw it to the ground a fee hours maximum after their safety net was executed and tossed to that very same ground.

Yeah, it was fucked up to put so much on a child. Yeah, it's unhealthy.

But it just adds so many layers of nuance.

Like. Imagine if in one world, Buggy responded with outrage, with aggression. He was hurt and so he lashed out.

In another, he sees Shanks' eyes, he sees the grief and dissociation and fear and numbness - and he recognizes it.

Roger saved him from that, once. Shanks had pulled him from that space before - Shanks had seen it, responded, stayed with him.

Buggy is hurt and scared and cold in a way that's only partially due to the rain, but... but Shanks is HIS. He is Shanks'. So instead of screaming, of crying, of running away - he reaches out.

This changes so much and yet so little. They will never be subordinates, they refuse to serve under a man other than their father, and his body is already cold and stiff and gone. They are instead equals - not the same playing fields, oh no, they're aware enough to recognize that. But while their skills are different, they are arguably the best in their craft. They oppose one another and work well, covering each other's weak points and essentially pulling the wool over the world's eyes.

Shanks and Buggy, Buggy and Shanks, they are connected, braided, woven into the tapestries of fate, and there is no world where they aren't SOMETHING to each other. Red and Blue, Shanks and Buggy, Hot and Cold, Calm and Volatile; they are opposites and the same, North and South, two moons in eternal orbit, balanced and beautiful.

Crocodile and Mihawk don't know the truth. Mihawk has heard of numerous drunken tales from Shanks about Buggy, Crocodile has a preconceived idea of the clown. There are missing pieces, ones he's gotten good at misdirecting attention from.

It boils down to a few key points the two cross guild "lieutenants" have compiled:

• Buggy covers his neck, and if unable to do so, doesn't let anything touch it.

• he does not fight outright

• smoke and mirrors are his specialty

• unexpected or malicious touch leafs to separation

• he is loud, and his voice pitches differently when he's worked up

• he doesn't get absolutely smashed when drinking - he'll pretend, but his Haki is always sharply aware despite how he carries himself

Then one day they cross Shanks - and it's peaceful. Surprisingly so.

Shanks playfully scruffs Buggy, and he just snorts and shives Shanks back with a "by the Seas, you're so touchy!"

Shanks asks for a spar - before Mihawk can even snort and wave it off in disgust, Buggy actually CONSIDERS it. He AGREES. Croc and Hawk are flabbergasted.

Shanks calls Buggy on a lie, cuts through a tangent, and he does it with a painfully fond grin. And Buggy snorts. "Never did work on you, red bastard."

Buggy's voice remains relatively level the whole exchange. He yells, he hollers, but he is mellow as well. He isn't as highly strung, even surrounded by enemy crews. He's laughing and joking and calling people by name. And they are meeting him steo for step, treating him just the same as they do their own captain, and Shanks is treating Buggy as an equal - teasing, familiar, fond, and warm.

What surprises the two ex warlords the most is that Shanks and Buggy exchange glances. They shrug. Flip a coin. It lands on heads, and Shanks pouts but Buggy cackles. They go drink for drink, and then Shanks suddenly stops. Buggy keeps going. He gets absolutely shitfaced and Shanks is only slightly tipsy. They're coexisting, giggling together, casual touches, cuddled up and actively smiling.

It's a bit like whiplash for Buggy's tag alongs, but nobody else seems even a little uncertain. Yassop is smooth when he drops off a bottle of rum on a run to the bar counter. Benn just obligingly hands a cigarette over when Buggy asks. Lucky Roux is divvying up snacks and doesn't even ask before sliding a plate of hotdogs to Buggy.

Just. Buggy having all these odd little quirks, and people being accommodating to them. Buggy having hard nos and Shanks being the sole exception.

Crocodile and Mihawk being freaking BAMBOOZLED by this bc none of their math is mathing.

((Buggy's crew and Shanks' crew are watching this go down like "damn they gay batches are gay AND stupid. This is Quality Entertainment."))

I love all of this SO much I don't even have words to describe it. The concept of Buggy being a former slave makes so much sense to me due to his canon behavior, ngl, and I love it every time somebody expands that idea. I love all of his little quirks and I just-- I have no words. This is great 😭

#this whole ask my beloved i will treasure it forever #buggy the clown #red haired shanks #cross guild #one piece

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sorcerous-caress · 6 months

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happy halloween!!! could I request you to write were!shart reacting to the full moon for the first time and how the companions are on the receiving end with tav coming to control their puppy?

sending love love your writings!!!

Thank you so much!

Full moon and werewolf Shadowheart

[ fluff, nb!reader, were!Shadowheart ]

Shadowheart

Throughout her life, she'd always felt abnormally restless around the full moon. As if its light was desperately attempting to pull her closer with no avail, a call left unanswered.

She had always chalked it up to that moon witch and her unpredictable tricks, that it must be a pathetic attempt to steer her away from Shar. Not once did she suspect that it was her own body that was to blame.

After her lycanthropy reared its head out of the blue during your gang of misfits adventure through Faerun, did Shadowheart become acutely aware of the sudden changes in herself.

While the enhanced hearing and sense of smell was an added benefit, she could easily bury the primal surges of emotions that would come up every now and then. As long as she wasn't sprouting a tail or ears, as far as she was concerned, it was going smoothly.

Well, one night, when the moon seemed larger than it normal is, its light shining directly onto her. Tossing and turning ontop of her bedroll, Shadowheart woke up in cold sweat in the middle of the night.

Something was deeply wrong, she felt cold and hot at the same time. A primal scream left her throat as she curled around herself.

Waking up all of the camp, Shadowheart finally stood up in front of them. A fuzzy pair of ears twitching above her head and a wild agitated tail of fur swishing behind her.

Her eyes met yours, She growled, her teeth sharper and larger

Something deep insided screamed at her to bite, mark and claim you. She lunged at you in a second.

Laezel

She was the first to act and immediately pull Shadowheart back when her teeth were mere inches away from your neck. Laezel quickly yelled at Karlach to come and help her restrain the midtransfomation werewolf.

Even the both of them struggled to restrain Shadowheart with her unusual strength.

Laezel barely reacted to any of the threats and promises of a brutal death that Shadowheart threw her way, it wasn't until Shadowheart started challenging her and targering Laezel pride did it start agitating the githyanki.

"Shut your mutt's mouth, or i will see to finding a muzzle myself." She sneered your way.

Karlach

"Settle down now, Soldier." Karlach still kept a friendly demeanour as she held Shadowheart down, laughing awkwardly at her attempts to bite Karlach's fingers off despite the growing worry inside of her.

Man, this really wasn't the way to wake someone up. She was soundly sleeping, and now she has to keep a wild dog under control, oh well what else are friends for then?

"Uh Gale...a little help here, please?" With Laezel bickering with Shadowheart again, Karlach felt the werewolf taking advantage of the distraction to slip through her hold.

Gale

"A lycanthropy transformation in front of my own eyes, and i missed it." Gale was too occupied observing Shadowheart's state as a mage hand wrote down all the details in a floating scroll near him.

With curiosity filled eyes, he stepped closer to insept Shadowheart's teeth with no regard to the absolute chaos the three women in front of him were going through. Only when Karlach spoke to him did he snap out of it.

"Oh yeah, of course." With a simple incantation, he immediately paralysed Shadowheart with a hold spell. "Now, where was i?"

Getting even closer, Gale began inspecting her ears that seemed to have magically sprouted with no visible strains on her skin or head.

Wyll

When Karlach let go of the now frozen Shadowheart, Wyll couldn't help but feel like it was a bad idea. While he didn't personally hunt down any werewolves before, he had heard many tales about how unpredictable they become when exposed to direct moonlight.

And true to his words, from the corner of his eyes he could see the fuzzy tail slowly breaking out of the magic hold.

Wyll wasted no time in pulling Gale away. The wizard was mere seconds away from getting his face clawed off by Shadowheart's sudden attack.

"Goddammit, Shadowheart snap out of it." He pleaded, attempting to speak reason to his friend.

What else could they do when a now fully transformed and unrestrained werwolf stood in front of them, bathing under the moonlight in all of her glory.

Astarion

Shadowheart was going to tear them all limb from limb, Astarion was sure of it.

Chaos ensured as everyone frantically scattered and attempted to defend themselves, with no armour or weapons they were practically a slab of delicious meat on a silver plate for Shadowheart.

He needed to think of something and quickly.

His eyes met yours.

In quick motion, he immediately pulled you to his side, whispering in your ear to just play along.

Turning his attention back to Shadowheart who was tearing down the table Laezel was using to defend herself with, he took a deep breath then yelled.

"HEY! FILTHY DOG" he was immediately regreting his stupid idea, "HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE ME DRAIN YOUR LOVER'S BLOOD DRY?"

To seem more convincing, he bared his needle sharp fangs against your neck.

A single droplet of blood tickled down youe throat, he could taste the delicious thing against his lips.

Huh, you know, you actually taste pretty go-

The world faded to black.

The aftermath

"Is he still not waking up?" You stretched your arms above your head, sitting down to your kneeling lover as she casted yet another healing spell.

"Chk. He's as fragle as dry twig." Laezel tended to her wounds on the opposite side, Wyll helping her disinfect the claw marks on her back.

"Well, that dry twig is the reason any of us kept our throats attached to our bodies," Wyll tried to reason as he eyed Shadowheart cautiously.

"Amazing, truely amazing." Gale was sitting on the other side of Shadowheart, occasionally searching her head for any traces of the ears that were there the night prior. "It just disappeared, a whole structure of flesh and bones with perfect connection and nerves vanishing overnight."

From afar, you could see Karlach finally coming back with the buckets full of water from the nearby river. "How is Astarion's condition? Still sleepy?"

"Yeah." You answered, looking at the elf laying unconscious on the bedroll in front of you. The idea of pouring water on him to wake him up did cross your mind for a second.

Feeling someone's eyes on you, you turned your head to face Shadowheart.

"How's your neck?" She whispered with concern in her eyes. "I didn't go too far, did ?"

Rubbing the marked flesh on your neck, you saw her eyes follow your fingers as you traced over the teeth and bite marks.

#♡shart #♡wereshart #♡several characters #shadowheart x reader #werewolf shadowheart #Shadowheart #bg3 fluff #fluff #Halloween special #baldur's gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader

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thehighpriestess1 · 1 year

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August : 4

Summary: Gojo Satoru reminisces about the sacrifices he had made and how they had brought him nothing but misery, while Utahime gets ready for her first day at the office. In between the two of them y/n finds out that even the most suppressed emotion can find its way to surface.

Pairing : Gojo x y/n, Gojo x utahime

Genre : angst

Warning: yandere themes, 18+ only, mdni.

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Previous : Masterlist

Gojo Satoru Wakes up every morning with an ache in his heart, tired eyes and buzzing mind. But this morning was different. Not in a good way. Not in a way that makes one look forward to the rest of the day. He had a pit in his stomach and his gut told him that he was forgetting something. Regardless, he dragged himself to the bathroom and started his day earlier than his fiance. He stared at the man in the mirror, he looked defeated, this was not the image Gojo had envisioned for himself. But here he was, still thinking about the same things he thinks of every morning, tallying his regrets and what-ifs.

The warm water trickling down his spine woke him up. He was suddenly awake enough to remember that today was the day, the day you'd start working with Utahime. Gojo immediately stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He needs to do something. He stared once again at the man in the mirror, but he was different now. He looked like he was ready for a battle. But where should he start? What should he do first....

"You can always start with flowers". You had told him once when he didn't know how to apologise for missing a date. That was ages ago... But flowers seemed like a good place to start ... Right?

Utahime stood in front of the full length mirror, in her Chanel millennial pink two piece suit, as she inspected each aspect of her outfit. Today was her first day and she wanted to have a good impression on everyone. She had to make it up to Gojo and she was determined to not disappoint him. She sprayed her signature presume and walked to the other end of the wardrobe to decide on which bag to take. Utahime had never worked a day in her life and had no idea what one carries to the office. Laptop? Sure. Phone? Obviously. Diary? Do people even use diaries anymore? Questions and possible answers flooded her mind. She was tempted to ask Gojo for help but was not going to let him know about her cluelessness. “Satoru..which bag would go with my outfit?”. She asked into thin air, knowing Gojo could hear her from his side of the walk-in wardrobe.

Gojo walked out of his wardrobe in a navy blue bespoke Brioni suit, adjusting his tie.For some reason,today, he couldn't get his tie to sit properly for the life of him. “Take whatever you want”. He said, as he passed by her not sparing a glance. Utahime quickly grabbed a navy blue Birkin to match his suit and followed him out of the walk-in. “Do you need help with that?”.She asked wide-eyed, pointing at his tie. Gojo paused in his actions, seeming to give her offer a thought, making her hopeful. But he shook his head and left the bedroom without another word.

“Utahime..”. Gojo spoke, eyes fixed on his semi empty breakfast plate. Utahime’s head snapped up, it was not often that Gojo initiated a conversation. “Yes Satoru?”. Gojo looked at her with a stare so cold and harsh, it would put the winds outside to shame. “Be good. I gave you what you wanted but I won’t give you any special treatment”. Gojo didn’t wait for her reply and left for work, taking a separate car. Utahime was left sitting at the table, food half finished and coffee turning cold. She chuckled to herself. How stupid of her to expect anything else from Gojo. She pulled out the moon pendant from her wallet and held it in her hand. She was going to get what she wanted. Utahim Iori never loses.

-X-

The sunny weekend was soon replaced by the cold harsh winds. Hiro had left for office early, leaving you to sit alone in the bus. Today was going to be your first day working for her and needless to say, you were dreading it. You had your goal set in your mind, fade in the background, be invisible, get the work done, get out and above all…stay away from Gojo Satoru. But you knew some things are just not in your control and after the weekend fiasco you did not know what to expect from Utahime, so you stared hard at the resignation letter in your hand..just in case…if things don’t go well…

Do you believe in fate? Some say that fate is cruel, it is harsh in its judgement. But I believe fate is only cruel to those you run away from the truth. For truth is a bitter pill to swallow and sooner or later everyone ends up taking the dose. For Y/n L/n who sits by the window opposite to me in navy blue cardigan with her hair tied neatly, has her truth hidden behind her driving licence in her black wallet. A grayscale photo booth picture of her and a man she loves, though she would never accept it considering he is engaged to someone else. I don’t speak to her and yet I can feel the ache in her heart, I can see the longing in her eyes as she takes the photo out and runs her thumb across it before hiding it once again…

You stand in front of the elevator behind a group of other employees talking about their weekend..fishing..bowling..clubbing..oh someone saw the same movie as you did..”Y/n!”. You heard your name called out and you turned around to see Miwa jogging in her heels towards you.

“Slow down Miwa. We won’t be getting into the elevator in this round anyway”. You chuckled at the gasping blue haired girl in front of you.

“Oh I know! I..She …is here!”. You frowned, what was she talking about? “Who's here?”. You asked, handing Miwa your bottle of water. Miwa took a huge sip and nudged her head towards the main entrance. Just in cue, Utahime walked in with an army of bodyguards around her. “Oh no…”. You said and immediately turned back towards the elevator, hoping to escape her sight. Miwa joined the suite as she too was trying to escape Utahime. Miwas was a simple girl who followed her heart and was always cheerful, she believed in seeing the best in people no matter how hard it was, Hiro once described her as a human Golden Retriever. Fitting. But for some reason even the loving Miwa could not ignore the chill that ran down her spine when she was near Utahime.

You and Miwa pushed yourselves into the crowd and luckily managed to get in the elevator. Squished at the back of the elevator you looked at eachother and burst into a fit of giggles. “I can’t believe you have to work with her”. You hummed and pouted. “Maybe she is not that bad”. There was a silence following your optimistic opinion and was soon washed away by another burst of giggles. “I’ll miss working with you though”. Miwa said, pouting. “I know. I’ll miss working with you too. But let’s meet for lunch! I’ll ask Hiro to join us”. Miwa smiled and nodded in agreement.

You walked towards your new office. One of Utahime’s staff had informed you of your new cabin. You had always shared a cabin with Miwa and was expecting to share this one too but to your surprise the person waiting inside was not your new co-worker. There was a single wooden table in the centre with a chair behind it, the window behind the chair offered a pretty view of the cityscape. While most people would find this view aesthetically pleasing, even motivating, it only filled your heart with dread. Having worked in this office for years you only related the view with misery. Leaning against the said wooden table was a man in a blue Brioni Suit.

“Good Morning, Mr.Gojo”. You said, still standing at the entrance, holding the door with one arm. Almost ready to escape him.

“Good Morning, y/n. Come in, this is your cabin after all”. His voice had a stillness behind it. But you know still water runs deep. You stepped in just enough to let the door close behind you. The five feet distance between the two of you was five feet less than what you wanted and five feet more than what Gojo desired.

“How may I help you?”. You asked, the mask of professionalism back on your face. Your eyes drifted to his tie for a split second before returning back on his face. It was unusual of Gojo Satoru, who took pride in his appearance to have a misplaced knot.

“I just wanted to wish you luck”. He said, almost making you laugh in his face.

“Am I going to need it?”. You retorted with a new found confidence. You had nothing to lose. Gojo chuckled and for some reason it made you smile. He always had a beautiful laugh.

“No. Not really. I uh…I got you these”. Gojo stood up and pointed to a bouquet of buttercups and peonies, your favourite flowers. The bouquet was beautiful and sat perfectly in a glass vase at the corner of your desk.

The truth always shows its colours, and in this moment it was the colour of blush on your cheeks. “Thank You. They are beautiful”. You wanted to hate them, you wanted to throw them out or throw them at his face but you couldn’t. You loved them. You loved that he still remembered your favourite flowers. You loved how they added colour to the almost grayscale office. You loved that he gave them to you. But you cannot let him know all of this.

Gojo saw the blush adorn your cheeks and it took every fibre of his body to stand where he was and not cross the five feet gap and cup your cheeks in his hands and kiss you..kiss you to show you what those flowers really meant. But he couldn’t let you know all of this. So he smiled. “I should leave now”.

You should have let him leave. You should have stepped aside and maintained the five feet distance between the two of you.

“Your tie..”. You spoke out. Gojo halted in his steps and touched the knot unknowingly. “It’s..crooked”.

Gojo let out a laugh. “yeah..I can’t get it right”.

You should have let it be. You should have let him leave with the crooked tie. He is not your concern anymore.

“I can .. fix it .. I think”. You said hesitantly.

Gojo walked over to you and stood right in front of you. The distance between the two of you was in mere inches now. “Okay, fix it”. He said in a tone so low you almost didn’t hear it. You didn’t need him to be this close to fix the knot, heck you didn’t even need him, you just needed the tie. But Gojo needed this. He needed this proximity to feel the heat off of your body, it was the only fuel to his soul. You reached your hand up to loosen the knot as Gojo stood still. His mind was going places it shouldn’t go, not when he is engaged, not when both of you are in office.

As you got immersed in the task at hand, Gojo stared at your face, a smile ghosting his lips. His eyes travelled from the two frown lines on your forehead to your slightly crinkled nose to the way you bit your bottom lip as you tied the knot again to your neck that looked so delectable to him. He had to close his eyes to regain his composure. His hands were hurting from holding back. You tipped toe to reach a better angle and Gojo’s instinct took over. His hand found its way to your lower back as he gently pressed you into himself. “It’s done”. You whispered, gulping at the proximity. Your breath sent shivers down his spine, blood rushing straight to his head and other places that were oh so in-appropriate.

Gojo’s eyes didn’t leave yours, his hand didn’t leave your back, instead he brought his other hand back up and gently tucked away a strand of hair behind your ear. Your mind went blank as his hand made contact with your skin. It was warm, familiar, and addicting. Gojo leaned in a little and maybe you did too. “Y/n..”. He whispered against your skin, your nose almost touching..”Sato-”

“Y/n! Are you there?”. The voice snapped you out of trance and you pushed yourself away. “I’m sorry..I…”.You said frantically. Gojo gritted his teeth, anger rushing through his veins. He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to break the intruder's neck in half.

“Y/n?”. Hiro’s voice called out again from the other side of the door.

“Yeah..Come in”.

Hiro entered with a bouquet of flowers and almost let out a gasp looking at you and Gojo standing awkwardly. “Good Morning, Mr.Gojo. Y/n, I got you your regular coffee”. Hiro greeted, with a sly smile as he walked over and pecked your cheeks.

“Morning”. Gojo replied and immediately walked out of your cabin. As soon as Gojo was out you almost collapsed against the wall. “Whoa! What happened there? The sexual tension in this room is killing me”. Hiro asked, winking at you.

“I am..screwed”. You said, staring at the flowers on your desk.

-X-

You got settled in the cabin, re-arranging files to your comfort. It was getting close to lunch and Utahime hadn’t called for you yet. Did she forget? Was she busy with Gojo? A wave of jealousy washed over your body thinking about her spending time with him. You shouldn’t be feeling jealous, because A) she was engaged to him, B) he broke your heart and left you for her and C) You already apparently had a boyfriend. Yet you couldn’t stop thinking about the big WHY. Why was he still bothered by you if he was so happy? Why did he bring you your favourite flowers? Why did he let you be so close to him when he knew his fiance was right around the corner? Why..why..why..

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a knock on the door. “Come in”. Utahime opened the door with a smile and you immediately got up from your chair. “Good Morning”. You greeted her.

“Have you settled in?”. She asked, looking around. Her eyes fixed on a particular bouquet.

“Yeah. I was wondering why you hadn’t called for me yet”. Utahime sat across from you and you followed suit. “Yeah, I want to use today just for settling in and getting familiar with everyone”.

You bit your lip and nodded. “Let me know if you need any help”.

“It would be of huge help if you could tell me where my husband is”. Utahime spoke obliviously which took you by surprise. Was this a trap? Does she already know? Was she testing you? You pressed your lips into a smile and thought it was best to play along. “I saw Mr.Gojo this morning. But we didn’t talk much”. It was true. You didn’t talk much..in words.

“I see”. Utahime looked like a lost puppy in this corporate world and you felt bad for her. Afterall she wasn’t the villain.

“We have a meeting with Mr.Gojo at 3:00 PM though”.

Utahime’s eyes widened. Meeting? With Gojo? “Do we? Regarding what? I didn’t know that!”.

You turned your laptop towards her and showed her the email Gojo sent in the morning. “It is regarding the proposal for the new apparel chain” You added.

“I didn’t see this…”. Her eyes were still glued to your screen. You frowned as you were sure she was in that email chain. You clicked the recipient list and showed her that her email appeared right on top. Utahime was fuming inside. She was angry. Not at you, Not at Gojo, But, at herself. How could she be so stupid to not check her emails.

“Yeah I can see that..it just slipped my mind”. You knew it was an excuse and in reality she had no idea about it.

“So do you have the proposal ready?”. You asked, praying that she did and that you don’t lose your job because of her. Utahime was panicking now, she had underestimated Gojo.

“I have … some ideas but I don’t have anything ..on paper”. Utahime said, bleakly.

“It’s alright. We have close to four hours to come up with something”. Utahime looked at you and nodded.

You and Utahime sat alone in her cabin surrounded by files. Truth be told, you were stressed too because Utahime’s proposal for an apparel chain was just that she wanted to start a new apparel chain. You had worked through lunch and were getting hungry now but you could only focus on the clock in front of you.There was just over an hour remaining for the meeting. But things were starting to look up once you found some old proposals about similar ideas. You were busy typing the proposal on your laptop and Utahime was going through the old proposals to come up with something to say.

“Do you think he would be angry with me?”. She asked, chewing the inside of her cheek. You looked up at her and shrugged. “Mr.Gojo is a perfectionist when it comes to his business. He has a keen eye for potential and you can never know which fault he might spot or what he ,ight ask”.

“You seem to know him pretty well”. Utahime asked once you turned to typing again.

“Yeah, you can say that. I have worked with him for years now and I have seen him in board meetings. He didn’t get where he is by being kind to people”. Your mind was split between answering her and making sure there were no mistakes in the document. Had you not been so engrossed in work, you would have noticed the scorn on Utahime’s face.

“I am sure he is kind to you”. She said, averting her gaze back to the script in front of her.

“Yeah”. You didn’t even know what you had agreed to as you reached the end of the document. It was almost done. Utahime gritted her teeth at your shamelessness. She thought of herself to be a fool to trust you. She was sure you were purposely messing up the proposal to make her look bad.

“I think we are done. Just go through this once and let me know if you have any questions”. You turned your laptop towards her and took off your glasses. Utahime pulled the laptop towards herself and began reading the proposal. It was actually good.

“This is good work y/n”. She said scrolling down.

“Yeah but I can assure you it is not up to his standards”.You said, looking at your phone. Utahime smiled and got up from the table to reach for her bag.

“Here. I think this is yours”. Utahime said, standing next to your chair.

You looked up to see your pendant dangling from her hand. Your eyes shifted from the pendant to her smiling face. “I..um..”. You were at a loss of words.

“It’s alright. Satoru told me everything. These things happen”. She said in a licorice sweet voice that made bile churn inside. You took the pendant from her and thanked her. “I’ll be back”, You said, pushing your chair back and standing up immediately.

“It’s alright. You can meet me in his cabin at 3:30”.

“Okay. I’ll meet you there. You have the documents right?”.

“Mmhmm I do”. Utahime smiled to herself as she watched you walk out. Hook Line. Sinker.

No this was not possible. You cannot believe he told her when you specifically asked him no to. God you felt stupid for even allowing yourself be close to him. What was his plan? Why was he doing this? Was he still aiming to have it all? To have a fiance his upper class circle would accept while at the same time have you for…for fun? You felt like throwing up. You knew you shouldn’t have trusted him but you did and he let you down. You looked up at your reflection in the mirror, you looked pathetic. It was fitting. You were pathetic for falling for his ways. You looked at your watch, it was time to go. Time to pretend like your heart wasn’t hurting. Time to play a fool. You put that pendant around your neck, over your shirt so that he would know that you knew he broke your trust. Again.

-X-

Gojo Satoru plays the long game. He didn't care about winning petty fights when he knew he was going to win the battle. He didn’t care much when Utahime asked to work with him. He didn’t care that she went behind his back. For now she was in his playground and he had just begun to play. He knew she did not have half an idea about how the business works so he decided to put her in her place. He knew if he met her she would ask him about work so he filled his day with meetings and calls. He knew she would not check her email so he sent out an email about the meeting instead of calling her directly. He knew she would keep you busy throughout the lunch to help her and that way you won’t be there when Hiro looks for you at lunch. If Hiro can ruin his moment with you, it was only fair that he returned the favour.

Throughout the meetings and calls, his hand kept going to touch the silk knot over his white shirt. He could feel the warmth of your hand over it. He dazed out in between meetings thinking of how you didn’t pull back, how you too leaned into his touch. How you let him hold you. Could it be possible that you still had feelings for him? Even if there was a one in a million chance that you had feelings for him, Gojo Satoru was going to take it. There were just a few unfavourable factors stacked against him, but nothing he can’t handle to get to you. It was all just a matter of time.

At around 3:25 Utahime walked through the door, alone. “There you are! I can’t believe I have to wait the whole day to see my own fiance”. She chirped as she sat in front of him.

Gojo sighed, “You may get settled on the conference table. I’ll be right there”. He pointed to the 12 seater conference table on the right side of the room. Utahime nodded and got up to walk towards the table.

“Where is Y/n?”. Gojo asked, walking behind her and passing her by to take his seat at the head of the table.

“On her way. I must say, she is really efficient”.

“I know”. Gojo couldn’t help but smile. A genuine smile that Utahime was quick to pick up on. “But I hope you go easy on me. It’s my first time presenting a business proposal and I am nervous”. Utahime said, sitting on his right hand side.

“I’ll try”.

“Good Afternoon”. You greeted cheerfully as you made your way towards the conference table. You were well aware of where Gojo sat during proposal meetings. You were about to walk over and sit next to Utahime but Gojo pulled the chair to his left. “Sit”. He commanded. You looked at Utahime, who nodded. Giving you permission to sit next to her fiance.

“Thank You”. You settled in your seat and suddenly realised what was wrong. Utahime did not have the laptop or the documents you had given her, and you mentally cursed yourself for thinking she would bring it.

“Please excuse me, I’ll be-”. You were about to get up when Gojo shut his laptop and glared at you. “Sit down y/n”. You knew he knew. You gulped and sat down hesitantly.

Utahime chuckled, “Are you alright y/n? Didn’t you just get back from the restroom?”. If only she wasn’t so focused on making fun of you she would have realised her mistake. Gojo chuckled, making Utahime giggle, thinking she had succeeded.

“Iori..”. He called out to her with a smile on his face. To a commoner that smile would seem pleasant,even inviting. But, you know Gojo Satoru does not just smile at someone in a meeting.

“Yes, ‘toru?”. She asked, reciprocating the smile.

“Where is your proposal document?”. He asked in tone one uses to ask children where they keep their toy. He was mocking her. Utahime’s smile dropped. She turned to you and you shook your head.

“Y/n was supposed to get it”. She threw you under the bus. You chewed your bottom lip and tried to come up with something. “I am sorry..I’ll get it right away”. Gojo still had his gaze fixed on Utahime. “Sit down y/n. Don’t make me repeat myself”.

“Satoru..I..I asked her to-”. Utahime fumbled with her words. “Iori, Is this your proposal or is this y/n’s proposal?”. Gojo asked, spinning his chair towards her. He stretched and crossed his long legs and cocked his head to the side as he gently tapped the table with his pen.

“It’s..it’s mine Sato-”.

“It’s Mr.Gojo”. He cut her off. His demeanour made chill run down your spine. The air was getting thick and you felt bad for Utahime. Why was Gojo doing this to his fiance, the woman he loves?

Utahime was fighting hard to control the tears from spilling out. “It’s my proposal Mr.Gojo”.

“Good then you must remember the numbers right?”. He raised an eyebrow at her. Utahime sat dumbfounded with her hands clasped on her lap.

“Here is what you can do Iori, you can either go and get the documents or you can start the presentation without them. What is it going to be?”. Gojo pressed the end of his pen on lips and smirked. You didn’t particularly like Utahime but god did you feel bad for her at this moment.

“I’ll…I’ll go get the documents”. Utahime whimpered and got up. She took one last look at Gojo, hoping that he would stop her but he swiveled in his chair and smiled at her, she then looked at you and you could only offer her a sympathetic gaze, without saying another word she stormed out of the office.

You sat in silence not wanting to initiate a conversation with the blue eyed devil. You were going crazy thinking why did he treat her that way? It was cruel in every way. If he loved her enough to tell her about your meeting then why? Why this?

“Penny for your thoughts y/n?”. Gojo said, turning his chair as he opened his laptop.

“I’m fine Mr.Gojo”. Gojo nodded and opened another important email to reply to in the meantime but something far more important caught his eye.

“Where did you get that necklace from?”.

You gritted your teeth, “It’s mine”.

“I know. You dropped it in my car and-”.

“Mrs.Gojo returned it to me”. That’s it you thought. That should tell him that you knew he had told her. It was Gojo’s turn to be at a loss of words now.

“Don’t call her that!”. Gojo warned.

“That’s what she is to me”. You kept your gaze fixed on the table.

“I didn’t mean to tell her. She thought-”. You cut him off as you turned towards him with a plastered smile. “It’s fine. She had every right to know and it was wrong of me to ask you to not tell her. I’m sorry”.

Gojo held your hand over the table and turned you towards him. “Listen to me now. It is not what you think it is. Okay?”. You tried to pull your hand back but Gojo only gripped it tighter.

“Did you or did you not tell her?”. You asked, your hand going limp in his’.

“Y/n..it’s not that simple”. Gojo’s eyes drifted towards your quivering lips and he felt helpless once again.

"Right, it's never simple with you". You scoffed.

"Y/n..".

“Yes or No?”.

“She thought I was cheating on you”.

“So you told her?”. You frowned and turned towards him once again.

“I had to”

"Without thinking for once how it might affect my relations with her". You turned away from and took a deep breath. You didn't want to engage with him in this conversation but that's what he did to you. He always brought to surface every emotion inside you.

Gojo's heart dropped. Did Utahime did something to you. His first instinct was to scan your hands and face for any sign of hurt. "Did she do anything to you? Did she say anything to hurt-"

“No she didn't! and It doesn’t matter now!". You snapped. You were not going to give into his fake concern. "What happened that night, what happened at the movie, what happened this morning..none of it matters”.

“It does. All of it matters to me. You matter to me”. Gojo held your hand as he rested his elbows on his knees and leaned towards you.

"Yeah right. I don't want to talk about this anymore"

He turned your chair to face his’ and grabbed your other hand with his free one. “There are things I cannot control. But I am trying..I am really trying to fix everything and I promise I'll make it better for ...us”.

No. You were not going to fall for his charms again. Not again. “Mr.Gojo let me simplify it for you”. You began as you pulled your hands back. “You and I had a past and you made it clear that I was not good enough for you. Utahime is. She is the kind of woman who belongs by your side. Someone you’re not embarrassed of. Someone you can go out with..You let me go. You don’t get to play with my heart anymore. I have learnt the hard way to trust you”.

Gojo straightened in his seat. He witnessed the hurt on your face, the tears in your eyes, the hatred in your voice. He knew he deserved it. “Fine then. This time I'll show you what I can do. Now don’t you dare look away”.

Utahime walked in with a pile of documents and laptop in her arm and placed it on the table. “I’m sorry I’m late. It took some time to find some documents”.

“It’s alright. I kept y/n company”.

Utahime looked at you, “Y/n would you like to start?”.

“No. Utahime will do the entire presentation. It is your idea after all, right Iori?”. Gojo interjected.

“Mr.Gojo..I..can’t”.

Gojo leaned in his seat towards her feigning concern. “Why not? Isn’t this what you told my dad when you asked him to let you work with me?”. Utahime gasped lightly. She looked at you and knew that Gojo was doing all this to let you know that this was all her plan.

“Mr.Gojo, it’s her first day. I don’t mind starting the presentation”. You spoke, letting Utahime know that you had her back.

“Fine. If you say so y/n”.

You began the presentation and Gojo’s eyes didn’t leave yours for a second. It seemed like he didn’t even blink. While Utahime occasionally looked at him, it didn’t distract him from you. He stopped you twice to ask you questions which you promptly answered, even offering additional explanation and resources. Utahime made a mental note to follow your template for her turn. Gojo raised his hand which was a cue for to stop and Utahime to take over. She was hesitant but then remembered that she was going to show Gojo that she was here to stay. In this company and in his life. Utahime picked up from where you had left but was still rough around the edges. Generally this is not an issue with Gojo as he is willing to listen to anyone with a good idea regardless of their presentation skills, he refused to look at Utahime once which only sparked her insecurity.

Gojo did look at her when he purposely asked her questions which he knew she didn’t have answers to. He asked for figures which were unrelated to the proposal and smirked when Utahime fumbled to look for them. In his defence, she should know which figures are needed and which are not and should tell him on his face when he asks for something unrelated. The whole ordeal was painful to watch. You looked at the blue eyed devil and wondered, is this what he meant?

“Well I’ll be honest with you girls that this was the worst presentation I have ever seen. Utahime?”.

“Yes, Mr.Gojo?”.

“If you want to stay in this company then you need to do better than that”.

“Yes. Mr.Gojo”. Uthaime’s demeanour had completely changed since morning. She was tamed. She was embarrassed. All the pompousness surrounding her had evaporated into a cloud of reality. Outside the four walls of Gojo’s cabin she was the future Mrs.Gojo, people respected her out of fear. But inside these walls…she was just another employee to him.

As you sheepishly walked back to your cabin you wondered, was this Gojo’s way of giving you a glimpse into his world? Where he was a doting fiancé outside the confines of his personal space, but on the inside Utahime was just another woman to him? Nothing special? As you sat in your chair and stared at the bouquet of flowers in the corner you could not help but ask yourself the same question…why? Why is he doing all this? Why is being so..close to you? Why did he ever agree to marry her if he didn’t want to?

-X-

“So..you’re telling me that you and him were about to kiss?!”. Hiro nearly screamed when you finished telling him about your morning. You walked over and put the lasagna on the table and sat opposite to him, taking a sip from your wine. “I don’t know. Maybe..Maybe not”.

“And he got you those flowers?”.

“Yes. Apparently to wish me luck”.

“Wish you luck my ass! Those flowers mean something!”. You gave him a confused look as you took a bite. “Aren’t they just flowers? I mean yeah they are my favorite flowers but they are just flowers”.

Hiro looked at you like you just asked him ‘why can’t we just print more money’. “My dear darling y/n, Peonies are for good fortune and romance”.

“So he was wishing me luck?”.

“-AND…buttercups are for charm and attraction. He is clearly attracted to you!”. You rolled your eyes at him. It was Hiro’s nature to weave stories out of random acts so paying attention to his theories was a waste. You continued telling him about the altercation during the business proposal and his face showed the same confusion you had been harboring the whole day.

“It does not make sense. I fucking hate him”. You said, aggressively poking your lasagna with the fork.

“Maybe it does”. You looked up at him and shrugged.

“Maybe he is trying to show you that she is not special to him. I know..I know about the whole necklace situation but other than that we haven’t really seen him around her that much. Maybe we should just observe them before coming to any conclusions”.

“YOU need to observe them. I am done. I just feel bad for Utahime. How he treated her was cruel, if my fiance ever did that I’d call it off with him. But then again Gojo Satoru is cruel”.

“Maybe Utahime isn’t as innocent as we think she is”. You rolled your eyes at him, making him chuckle. “Why do you always have to counter me?”.

“Cause I love annoying you. My girlfriend”...

-X-

Utahime paced furiously in her bedroom. Her silk night gown trailing behind her, as she walked over to the cabinet and took out her hidden bottle of Vodka. Her anger was bitter than the shot that trickled down her throat. This was not how she expected her first day to be. She had expected flowers and cordial reception, perhaps a nice lunch with Gojo. But all she got was his cruelty.

She sat on the carpeted floor with her back resting against the bed. She thought about you. She had expected you to be cold and harsh but you weren’t. You helped her, even stood up for her. But was all that an act or were you really that plain minded? She stood up and walked over to the full size mirror and looked at herself, running her hands through her long hair. She was pretty, not the prettiest but prettier than you. She had almost the same figure as you did. So what did Gojo even see in you? You were just…simple. Everything about you was just average. So why did Gojo fall for you?

She ran her hands over her body to admire the perfection, Should she get implants? Would Gojo like that? Is that what he is into? Does he not find her attractive because she was too proper? Maybe she should start dressing like you…right..that’s what she needed to do. Dress like you. Act like you. Smell like you. Maybe then Gojo would notice her..

With wobbling steps Utahime stepped inside her closet. She needed to dress like you. She went through shelves after shelves, picking out clothes and discarding them on the floor when they didn’t meet her expectations. She just had to find the most boring clothes she could find. Within minutes the entire walk in closet looked like it had been hit by a tornado. Utahime sat on an armchair in the corner with a pile of clothes in front of her. She called out for help, “Shiela! Shiela!”.

A woman in her mid thirties rushed in and stopped near the door of the closet. Her eyes widened at the scene in front of her. “Yes ..ma’am”.

“This!”. She pointed to a pile of clothes. “Take these and get them ironed”. Utahime got up with the bottle in her hand and walked towards the woman. “-and clean the rest of the closet”. She chuckled as she spoke the last words and walked past her.

“Ma’am…it’s…it’s almost 1 AM”. Sheila spoke in a shaky voice.

“And? Is that a problem?”. Utahime spoke without looking back and walked away to the bedroom without waiting for a reply.

-X-

Gojo swirled his glass of whiskey as he let out a groan. His best friend sat opposite to him smiling, clearly amused at his friend’s dillema. The mahogany table separating them was littered with files, papers and images. “So you’re telling me there is no other way?”. Gojo asked once again as he put down the crystal glass on top of a polaroid of a dead man.

“At this moment? No”. Suguru Geto, an infamous leader of an infamous criminal group, responded with the same answer.

The system in this city was rigged and controlled by certain clans which hid themselves behind multinational corporations. Gojo Group, a front and side business for the Gojo clan that covered or more likely ruled the entirety of Tokyo, Nagoya, Nara and Yokohama. The Zenin clan that ruled over Fukuoka, Kobe and Nagasaki, were ancient rivals of the Gojo clan. Though both the clans now operated in their respective areas, because of an age-old agreement, there were always small clashes when it came down to areas outside the jurisdiction of both the clans, areas like Kyoto.

Utahime Iori, though not from a powerful clan, came from a powerful family. Her grandfather had set up a series of business fronts in Osaka and Kyoto, the perfect boundary between the two rival clans. Her family was well aware of the power they held in the playground of the underworld. Utahime being the only daughter became their key to power. So when the time came for her marriage, her father sent an informal invitation to both the powerful clans. Naoya Zenin, was well aware of Gojo Satoru’s relationship and knew that there was no way Gojo would ever agree to this marriage. It was his chance to claim the no man’s land and gain an edge over the Gojo group. But how badly he had underestimated Gojo’s ambition…

Years ago, Gojo wanted the world. He wanted to rule over everything there was to rule. He was ambitious and driven and knew he had the potential to take the Gojo group to new heights. His ambition was his true love. You..you were just a distraction. Gojo did love you but his love was shrouded in a veil of power. When the prospect of getting engaged to Utahime Iori was put forward by his father, Gojo didn’t hesitate. He agreed, knowing that there was no way it would ever materialise into anything as he would take over kyoto and osaka before that. But soon the weeks turned into months and his heart grew cold. He could see that both the families were pushing the engagement and that he could not stall them anymore. But what about you? Gojo decided that his dreams were bigger than you, they were more important than anyone. In his foolishness he committed a heinous crime, he broke your heart.

Gojo thought that he could live without you, that he didn’t need you and he was most definitely not in love with you. It was just an affair right? Meaningless ‘I love you’, meaningless date, meaningless relationship. But the moment he slipped the ring in Utahime’s finger he knew…he knew he had made a grave mistake.

“If only I would have met her that day”. Gojo’ voice shook as he spoke into existence, his biggest regret. Suguru, who usually offers words of comfort, sat silently, knowing that some wounds just don’t heal.

The day Gojo was reminiscing about, with a bitter taste in his mouth, was the day he got engaged. You had told him that the day he put a ring on her you’d walk out of his life. On the day of engagement Gojo got a text from you..

y/n : Hi

Gojo : Where are you?

Y/n : Are you getting engaged today?

Gojo : I need to talk to you

y/n : I told you that I would wait for you until you were engaged to her, and I will. But I need to see you now!

Gojo : There are people here and I can’t just leave. Please be rational.

Y/n : Satoru I have been patient and rational for months now! I can't do this anymore. I love you but I need to know if you do.

Gojo : It’s complicated. I can’t explain everything like this. Let’s meet tomorrow and I promise I will tell you everything

y/n : No. No more tomorrows. Either you meet me today or we’re over.

Gojo : y/n please.. I can’t see you right now. I wish I could but I can’t. It’s not simple.

y/n : It’s not that complicated either. If you love me then show up at Gyoen park. I will meet you by the lake.. If you love her then stay there.

Gojo paced around in his suite in his black Zegna suit. He was furious at you for being so irrational.He cannot just leave everything and follow you, he had responsibilities and commitments and…and ambitions! It was not that easy…but it should have been right? If he loved you then it should have been an easy choice. He did love you but love was not enough for him, he needed more from life. There was more to his life than love. The knock on the door broke his chain of thoughts and he knew he hardly had minutes to decide now.

You stood by the lake, eyes fixed on the glistening water as the sun had begun to set. In your heart you knew that he wouldn't show up but you just had to give him one last chance. You made a choice that day. You could have left for Kyoto and started a new life at a new company in just a few days or you could stay in this park and wait for Gojo Satoru. You checked your watch, the train, whose ticket lay crumpled in your bag, must have left by now. You took a deep breath. It had been hours since you last texted Gojo and there was no reply from him. You sat on the soft grass and wiped the tears rolling down your cheeks. You knew that he was not coming and soon the silent tears turned into sobs and sobs turned into breakdown and breakdown turned into hiccups and hiccups turned into numbness..but you waited and waited and waited.. The harsh sun melted into golden hour and golden hour turned into lilac sky with stars beginning to take their assigned places above you..and you waited and waited for the stars to align to bless you just this one time. You prayed for the impossible and negotiated with fate to give you just this one thing..this person and you’d forgive fate for all the bitterness in your life..But fate had long gone to sleep under the navy sky.

Eventually you pulled out your phone and checked the social media for any update…they had officially announced the engagement..Gojo Satoru was gone from your life. There was nothing you could do now. You looked at the press photo, them standing side by side, smiling, his hand on her back and her hand showing off the large rock. You laughed at yourself, at how pathetic you were. You gave up on a new life for the man who started his’.

Y/n : Congratulations.

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Can you do one with barzal inspired by sparks fly by t. swift?

“sparks fly”

mathew barzal x reader

wc: 1.2k

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‘my mind forgets to remind me you’re a bad idea’

“you hooked up with him again? y/n this always happens! you get attached to him and think you’re getting back together, but then he goes and ghosts you. you need to stop seeing him love,” your best friend says, as she strokes your hair comforting you gently.

“i know, i just can’t stop. i miss him too much. it’s like his touch does something to me, it’s like he has me in a chokehold,” you sniffle.

“oh darling, he does have you in a chokehold. you need to realize he’s a bad idea. please don’t go back to him, it hurts me seeing you like this”

‘you touch me once and it’s really something, you find i’m even better than you imagined me to be’

after another night out in the grand city of new york, you find yourself back in the bed of your ex. disappointing both yourself and everyone who knows you. as mat’s fingers gently stroke the baby hairs around the edge your face, you find yourself subconsciously snuggling closer into his warm chest.

“goodnight mat,” you mumble into his warm body.

“night darling,” he drowsily croaks out.

‘i’m on my guard for the rest of the world, but with you, i know it’s no good’

it’s been nearly two weeks since the last time you saw mat, and no contact as always. you decide it’s finally time to listen to those around you, and finally move on. as you’re in the club, you shun away nearly every guy who comes you way. you know they just want you in bed or to make out with you, and that’s not even remotely close to what you want. truthfully you know the only thing you want is mat, everyone knows that.

“y/n you can’t just keep shunning these guys away. you’re missing these opportunities to move on! at least just talk to one, it’ll help you get your mind off of him,” your friend says, gesturing to the guys around you in the club.

“they just want me in bed! i don’t want that,” you shrug, taking a sip of your drink.

“and you think that’s not just what mat wants? stop putting a guard up, these guys aren’t mat. i promise the guys you go home with from the club don’t toy with your emotions the way mat does. you know he’s bad for you, and he knows it too. he takes advantage of the feelings you have for him, so please y/n just talk to someone else here”

her words feel like someone twisted the knife in your heart. you never even realized how bad mat was until now, yet it somehow makes you want him more knowing you can’t have him.

‘and i could wait patiently, but i really wish you would…’

after hearing her words, you subside the pain by drinking. you end up getting so drunk that you end up on your bathroom floor, with mat’s contact fitting the screen of your phone. you drunkenly call him, but he doesn’t answer. so you do the next best thing, leave a drunk voicemail of you crying and drinking even more.

“hi matty. im sorry im sending this, but i need you to know how much i hate you. but god i love you even more. i’m such a mess,” you chuckle, continuing on with your rant, “i can’t keep just seeing you once every blue moon, cause i keep expecting you to text me. i love you too much to be casual, it’s all or nothing. i’m leaving you this message to do whatever you want with. it’s either you call me back and i’m yours, or you keep seeing other girls and lose me. g’night mat,” you say, ending the voicmail.

‘drop everything now meet me in the pouring rain’

you wake up the next morning heavily hungover, and see a missed call from mat. you immediately panic, unaware of the message you left him. the rush of emotions immediately triggers your gag reflex, and you scurry to the bathroom to get rid of the left over alcohol in your system.

once you’re done vomiting, you notice the bottle sitting on the floor, and instantly remember the message you left mat. you groan at your stupidity, and take a shower to clean off the grossness from the club. you then decide to call mat back, since you have nothing better to do. it’s pouring rain outside, meaning you’re stuck indoors until it clears.

pouring rain means the streets of upper manhattan have very few people meandering it, and that’s exactly what you see as you wait for mat to pick up the phone.

“y/n, hi. are you home?” he asks, catching you off guard.

“yes, why? it’s pouring rain where else would i be,” you chuckle nervously.

“i’m coming over, okay?” he says. you can hear him gathering his things, cursing under his breath as he clearly can’t find something he needs.

“what?”

“ah fuck it, forget my keys i’ll just run” he mumbles under his breathe, but you’re unable to understand his words.

“mat what’s going on?”

“i’ll be there in fifteen,” he says before ending the call, leaving you utterly confused. as you pace your apartment, confused on what he could possibly want from you, he knocks on the door of your apartment. you immediately rush to the front door, and notice his soaking wet clothing and hair.

“what the hell?! did you run here?” you ask, immediately turning around to grab a towel. he grabs your arm, pulling you outside in the rain with him.

‘kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain’

“mat what are you-“ you begin to say, but he cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours. you freeze for a second, but immediately kiss back as soon as you realize. after a few moments he pulls back, and you look up at him confused.

“i couldn’t wait any longer and i couldn’t find my keys, so i ran. your voicemail, y/n your voicemail killed me inside. i’m so sorry for hurting you, both when i broke up with you, and for going ghost after every hookup. i just couldn’t manage to get attached again. i need you to realize im bad for you,” he pauses, “but here i am, kissing you in the rain after you drunkenly confessed your love for me,” he chuckles, pausing his rant once again.

“i still love you, and that never went away. i was so stupid when i broke up with you, but i was even more stupid to not say no every time you came crawling back. i only went ghost because i was mad at myself for ruining you, not because i was seeing other girls. how else would i know exactly what you like and where you like it? i’ve only been seeing you,” he admits. you remain silent, taking in all of his words.

mat starts speaking again, “did you really mean it? when you said you’re all mine if i just say the word, did you mean it?” he asks. you nod in reply waiting for what words could come out of his mouth.

“so, will you be mine again?” he asks, his hands now in his front pockets.

“of course mathew, is that even a question?” you softly laugh. your response lights up mats eyes, and he wraps his arm around your waist pulling you in closer. your hands find their way around the back of his neck as your lips connect with his.

‘cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile.’

#mathew barzal #mathew barzal fluff #mathew barzal imagine #mathew barzal x reader #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal #mat barzal fluff #mat barzal x reader #hockey blurb #hockey imagine

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fatuismooches · 6 months

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Hello!!

Idea from 🥀 anon about Pantalone having nightmares is such a yes. I think some of harbingers are prone ot nightmares. They try not to disturb you when this happens, but you wake up anyway and a lot of comfort awaits

Such as Pierro. You can't convince me he doesn't get nightmares about his homeland's downfall. Everyone and everything, lost in a mere second. It took him so long to open his soul for you.. So he's scared he'll lose you as well

Or Signora. She already lost one lover, of course he's scared of losing another. Including situation, where he loses control of her pyro magic and hurts you :(

Scaramouche, as much he doesn't want to admit it, is scared you'll leave him. That you'll be the next person to betray him.

Dottore can be among them too, if we're taking about fragile!reader. He'll never ever admit this, but he occasionally wakes up (when he actually sleeps, because this happens once in a blue moon) in cold sweat, dreaming about you dying and immediately checks your vitals. If reader is in coma, he sleeps even less, looking for ways to save you, but when exhaustion finally gets to him - Dottore dreams about you never waking up, your body slowly withering and how with each passing second the chance of saving you slowly drops to zero

But of course you're always here to reassure and calm down your lover♥️

-👾

(I'm not sure when this one will get answered, but anyway - good luck to all Neuvillette and Hu Tao wanters!! May you win all of your 50/50s!!💘)

Real, i think all of the Harbingers have nightmares to some extent!! Just some more than others 💔 Pierro is a yes. Besides the amount of work he has to do, another reason why he skips out on sleep is because of the nightmares. He sees no point in trying to sleep since he'll always end up waking up soon from the nightmares anyway. Rarely does he get restful sleep, but it's a bit better when you're in his arms. Yes, a bit better, though he's still prone to them. Pierro still thinks back to the peaceful days in Khaenri'ah, before everything was lost, his beloved homeland, his people, his memories. He still hasn't gotten over it, and now there's the added worry of something happening to you as well... it's a lot for him to deal with but he never shows you and only becomes vulnerable in the middle of the night when you finally catch him sneaking out of bed. Pierro probably won't be verbal about it but you can still guess what he dreamt about... Of course, the best thing you can do is hold him and whisper how you're here, how you'll always be here, you love him and you know that he won't let anything happen to you anyway.

Signora's confident nature never seems to reveal any weakness. She always holds herself to the highest standards and refuses to show any vulnerability. So while she doesn't frequently have nightmares, when they do come around, they hit hard and really make her sit and think. It's been a long time since Rostam's death, and she's mostly moved on... but that only leaves Rosalyne with another issue. Losing you. The nightmares have never been this bad until she got together with you. She's made an oath to protect you, to keep you away from harm unlike her previous lover, but what if she can't? Even worse, what if she ends up being your demise? She couldn't bear that. When you happen to wake up during the night after her nightmare, she gently chides you to go back to sleep. Of course, you comfort her in this rare vulnerable moment and whisper sweet nothings and reassuring words in her ear. The next day, she acts like nothing happened but she greatly appreciates your love.

It's quite laughable to think that a puppet could dream. Every time Scaramouche has a dream, he wakes up in tears and then grits his teeth as he digs his nails into his skin, a mixture of sobs and mad laughter. His dreams always start off happy. Peaceful. A reminder of good times. But they always end horribly. They always end with reality. Reality was pain. Suffering. Betrayal, from everyone he's ever cared about. His mother and his friends. And now you have been added to that collection. Betraying him, leaving him all alone in the end. The possibility can't seem to leave him alone. Though, it's not too big of a problem since he is a puppet. Puppets don't need sleep. But sometimes he falls asleep accidentally without realizing it, or when you usher him to bed with you, pleading and begging to the point where he can't refuse. It's really jarring to see him cry because you know how he usually is, but overtime you get used to it because you know how hurt he was in the past. In the beginning, he'll snap at you to leave him alone but some persistence will allow him to soften and cling to you as you hold him and stroke him gently until he falls asleep again.

Despite his sins, the only nightmares Dottore has ever had were either about his childhood or you, mostly the latter recently with your current state. He's modified his body to the point where he doesn't need as much sleep as the average person, but he still does need some, much to his dismay. As much as he tries to fight it, he does end up crashing for a bit. Sometimes it goes fine. Sometimes it does not. He dreams that you will never wake up. Another century will go by, and another, and another, and nothing ever happens. He continues to change, and change, yet you remain stagnant. No matter how hard he tries, nothing works. You disappear. And he never speaks to you again, never hears your smile or laugh, never feels your touch, never again. These dreams, they are so irrational he thinks. They are nothing more than a figment of his imagination. They aren't real, and reality is the basis of everything. So there's no reason why he should be so worked up over a dream, he thinks as his body is already moving to where you lie. He places your cold, unmoving hand on his cheek, only wishing you were actually here to comfort him like during the Akademiya days.

#smooches talks #👾 anon #fragile reader <3 #pierro love notes <3 #scaramouche love notes <3 #signora love notes < 3 #dottore love notes <3 #“im not sure when this one will get answers” yeah about that... *scratches head apologetically #IM SO SORRY ILY 👾 ANON AND UR BRAINROTS

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 21 days

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Building Castles in the Sky

cw. pre!release, gn!reader, step 2, hurt & comfort

pairing. tamarack x reader

notes. this has been in my head since the step 2 demo inclusion first popped off and with frederick and nichole's design and info being released, i wanted to write this even more. i have so many OL thoughts but i wanted to get this one out first

It starts when you hear the tell-tale sound of pebbles hitting the rails of your window.

It's a school night, Thursday to be exact. Or at least it still should be, it could be Friday now. And while you're no fan of Riverview Peak High, every high school student loves Friday. Once those school bells rang, you'd be free to spend the rest of your weekend as you chose.

Maybe you'd laze around in bed all day.

Or maybe you, Tamarack and Serenity will spend a good chunk of it together, gossiping all the while.

The tinge of sleep had just begun to take you when the sound of soft clicks against your window started up. Sleep had left you easily in exchange for warm excitement, there's only one person you knew who hit the rail of your window that accurately.

You climb out of bed and open your window, unsurprised to see Tamarack sheepishly waving at you in the darkness. You wave back with a smile of your own.

Even if it was dark with the moon barely visible through the clouds, you feel like you can still see every feature that makes Tamarack Baumann 'Tamarack Baumann'.

You know she's wearing her dark blue pajamas covered in moons and stars. You see her berry-red eyes and even if it is dark you know her hair is still shining the autumn gold it's shone ever since you were children. Tamarack Baumann is one who has been painted in the colors of autumn ever since you were children, maybe even from before you've known her. You've loved her from the very start.

"I met a girl I'm gonna marry!" You remember telling your mother the very first day you moved to Golden Grove. While your mother brushed it off as puppy love in her amusement, that vow exists even now.

Tamarack Baumann is going to be your wife one day.

Thoughts of weddings and old promises are swept to the wayside when you see Tamarack's gesture to a pair of paper cups in her hand. You nod and prepare for her accurate-as-always toss. The cups were her idea when you were still young elementary schoolers and Tamarack was more wild child than nervous.

4 years later, you have yet to grow out of them.

When the cup that has your name crudely written across it in fading crayon reaches your hand, you smile fondly. "Why hello, Miss Baumann," you begin poshly yet softly, much like how Qiu used to format their introductions. "What are you doing up this fine autumn evening?"

Her giggles are music to your ear, "why I could ask you the same thing."

"This isn't about me," you chuckle softly. Maybe you found yourself a bit distracted playing Pokemon White Version to fall asleep. The grind to become the very best like no one ever was never stops, not even on a school night.

A comfortable silence falls over you both and you sigh, content. Until you notice Tamarack's fidgeting, her index finger and thumb rubbing against her hair. A nervous tick you've noticed since you were 11. "Is something up?"

"No, everything's okay," Tamarack replies almost immediately. It's a bit too quickly for you to be reassured in any capacity. "I just wanted to hear your voice, that's all."

"Tamarack," you look at Tamarack from where you stand, slouched over your window sill. You see her clearly even if she's mostly obscured by the gloom of the night. You know she is wearing her dark blue pajamas covered in moon and stars. You know her shining autumn gold hair is pulled into pigtails with soft, pastel blue bobbles. And you know her berry-red eyes don't have their usual shine. "What's wrong?"

There's a pause and you see Tamarack shuffling, unsure. You remain silent, patient as ever while you wait for your friend to find her voice.

"My parents are coming to visit," Tamarack says at last, voice thick with emotion. Your blood feels as chilly as the autumn wind. Six words packed with more pressure than any unsuspecting person would realize. "I heard Omi arguing with them on the phone again."

Tamarack's living in the cozy town where everybody knows everybody has always meant to be temporary. It's been that way from the very beginning, noticeable even when you were young children.

Tamarack's room has never been her room. It's just where she sleeps at her grandparents'.

The house she has spent the past 4 years living in is just that, a house. Not a home.

Because at some point in her stay, Tamarack's parents will come to Golden Grove and take their daughter back to the big city. The only reason she hasn't yet is simply because something always came up in the pursuit of her parents' academics.

Frederick and Nichole Baumann are anxiety-inducing anomalies in the peaceful life you've built in Golden Grove. They are scholars first and foremost and that takes precedence over everything, even their own daughter to a considerable extent. They love Tamarack, you know this. It's why they had her in the first place, that's how parents work.

Mr. and Mrs. Lin wanted a child to love so they had Qiu.

Your mother wanted a child to love so she went and made it happen on her own, no partners needed.

Dr. and Dr. Baumann, as they insist on being referred to, wanted Tamarack too.

So the logical part of your brain knows it's fair for them to decide on a whim if they want to take Tamarack back. At least, that's the conclusion you forced yourself to come to after listening to your mother and Mrs. Lin talking about the Baumann family drama in private. Tamarack is the girl you know you'll marry in the future but she isn't yours, not truly.

She can't be taken away from you if she wasn't really yours to begin with.

Yet it still hurts to think that one day you'll wake up and that will be the day Tamarack's parent decide is the day. That you'll see their car you now know fearfully to well after so many visits and see Tamarack's bags being shoved into it. That the last time you'll see Tamarack in person, it will be Tamarack waving tearfully from a car window while you try not to cry yourself.

If that thought is scary for you, you know it's doubly terrifying for Tamarack who grows more and more unsure of her place in Golden Grove each year. Does she adamantly demand to stay in Golden Grove when she knows it's meant to be temporary? Does she leave with her parents even if she doesn't feel like that's the right choice either?

This is the fork in the road she's been stuck choosing between since she came to Golden Grove. Which path should Tamarack Baumann take if she herself doesn't know what she wants?

Tamarack loves her parents and she loves her Omi and Opa. But through the Baumanns, you've learned sometimes loving someone isn't enough to make everything magically better.

The sound of Tamarack's choked sobs only serve to make you more sure of your theory.

"I'm coming over," you tell her.

"W-what?" Tamarack sniffs in surprise, but you're already throwing your cup back in her direction and running to grab your shoes.

This isn't the first time you've snuck over to Tamarack's home and this likely won't be the last. So you stick your leg over your window sill, cautiously stepping on the asphalt shingle roofing of your home, lowering yourself enough that you can drop to the ground. You ignore the minor ache of your ankles and press on. Leaves crunch under your feet and you shudder from the sudden lack of warmth.

Once you reach the tree on the side of the closest to Tamarack's side of the house, you carefully climb it. Every placement of your hand on the cool bark familiar, every knot you push off against as stable as it was the last. All until you finally reach Tamarack's window where she's made room for you to let yourself in.

You latch onto each other, the chill of your favorite season still in your bones but the warmth of Tamarack's body against yours is an immediate neutralizer.

Her fingers dig into your back with a frightening grip, nose buried in your shoulder, "what if it's serious this time?"

"It doesn't matter," your voice is more sturdy than you actually feel. Your palms are sweaty and your mind is racing a million miles per hour, your heart even more so. You hope she can't tell how nervous you are as you try to be brave enough for the both of you. "We promised, didn't we?"

Back when you were 10 and you saw Tamarack's loneliness bare and raw for the first time.

Back when the sky cried alongside her.

"I care about you and you care about me," you hug Tamarack tighter. "And it doesn't matter how we change or how old we get, we won't leave each other behind. Not even if you have to move somewhere else." It would be hard but you would make it work. Maybe if Tamarack moves, your mother will finally be compelled to buy you a cellphone.

You'd call and text everyday and count down the days until her next weekend visit. The weekends where it's impossible for her to come to Golden Grove, you'd simply go to her even if it means begging your mother weeks in advance.

"You promise?" It isn't so much a question as it a desperate plea.

"I've got you," you promise, resting your head against hers. If Tamarack is a princess, you are her knight. It's what you decided you'd be a long time ago. "I've got you."

Extra

If I had to pick a favorite lead in OL2, it would have to be Tamarack no question. So if I'm going to enter into the Halls of Writing OL fic, it's gotta be with her

Frederick and Nichole are hot but damn they are terrible parents, I look forward to seeing how they rebuild their relationship with Tamarack in the game!!! And Imma need Tamarack's grandparents to start holding their son more accountable it ain't just Nichole U.U

Anyways, I personally hc that my MC's room faces Tamarack's and there is at least one window they use to communicate. Yes, she has a stash of pebbles saved just for getting your attention

Feel free to spam my inbox with OL stuff I need more people to talk to about it

#look she's writing #our life #our life: now & forever #olnf #our life x reader #ol x reader #tamarack x reader #tamarack baumann x reader #tamarack baumann #my in-laws are hot but man are they terrible parents #there is so much room for growth tho and i look forward to seeing how they develop between steps

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crabsnpersimmons · 3 months

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Tally

had this idea for a drabble to share a bit more on Moon’s upgrades in the hairdresser AU, since there was some interest about a certain detail mentioned in my previous post (that "last part")

Word Count: 1,567

Read time: ~8 min

some content warnings:

descriptions of body dysmorphia including descriptions of skin picking, which borderline self harm on a metal robot body—i took a lot of creative liberties to translate the signs and symptoms into a robot experience, so it isn’t meant to be the most realistic depiction of body dysmorphia disorder, but just a head's up just in case

descriptions of memories of past traumatic experiences

just angst overall

that’s all i can think of, but please let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to add!

“Home sweet home~!” Eclipse warbles once Moon opens the door to their small apartment. Without missing a beat, he bends down and slips through the door frame, with his precious cargo still on his back.

“Clip! Put me down first!” Sun cries from his position in their little piggyback. He scrunches himself closer to the taller bot’s back as they pass through the threshold, his sunken in rays only barely missing the top of the door frame.

Moon chuckles as Eclipse makes a bee-line for their box TV. It’s the same every day, but he never got tired of it. After closing up shop for the day, they returned home. Unfortunately Sun’s legacy code prevented him from moving about in the dark. That didn’t stop him from trying each night after closing—marching with his eyes glued to street lamps until he ran out of light. Then Eclipse would carry him the rest of the way to the bus stop, where he’d just stay until they got returned to their apartment. The lights of the hallways would stir Sun back awake, but Eclipse always insisted on carrying him the rest of the way to their door—just as he always had since their days in the daycare.

Different city, different space, different jobs—but Eclipse never seemed to change.

Still carrying Sun with one set of arms, he plops himself down in front of the TV and pulls out his game controller with other set. Once Sun extracts himself, his free hands immediately reach for the other controller.

As the old game system is booting up, Moon moves to make a quiet escape.

“Moon,” but Sun knew him too well. “Bedroom.”

There is a whir of fans before Moon responds, “Aye aye, captain.”

No sooner had Moon entered their bedroom that Sun had joined him. Their room was always small—they could only afford so much with their combined income—but it always felt smaller when the sunshine bot cornered him like this.

Silently, Moon turns around, not looking his counterpart in the eye. Instead, Sun extends his hand into his field of vision, waiting. This is not the first time, but it never gets easier for either of them. After a beat, Moon lifts his own bulky hand and places it in Sun’s slender palm. Sun gives him a gentle squeeze before rolling up his counterpart’s sleeve to reveal his blue arm, marked in fine silver trails.

There is a brief pause before Sun leads Moon to their ensuite bathroom and sits him down on the closed seat of the toilet. He looks away for a brief moment just to take out his amateur tools from the drawer. Just a collection of things he has scavenged for basic upkeep. Of course none of this was in his programming. But just as he resolutely marched under streetlamps, Sun pushed his code to its limits to keep them afloat. He sits down on a nearby stool and gets to work on Moon’s right arm where six thin trails shined against the royal blue.

He gets to work and there is silence between them. Before there used to be angry and desperate cries. When Sun discovered his first scar, he insisted he go to parts and services. But they both knew he wouldn’t go back there. Never.

So they had to improvise—and that is what they have always excelled at. Things got easier in that regard after the PizzaPlex had burned down. They could finally leave those walls, leave their troubled past, carve out lives for themselves, care for themselves. They lucked out finding the Boss when they did and now they can do honest work and get paid and live. Finally live.

But still their troubled past stains their new lives. The PizzaPlex may be a long forgotten memory, but they still bear scars and quirks that run deeper than chipped surface paint or legacy processes. Despite all these years in this body, Moon still bumps into things, miscalculating his size and reach. All it took was a bump against his utility cart this afternoon to make him acutely aware of the arm that is not his. The ball-joint neck that cannot move the way he wants it to. The clunky fingers and the foreign nails. They are not his. They are not his. And he is thrust back into the brightly light cylinder, waking up again to a body that isn't his. Waking up again to a role he never asked for. Waking up with piece of him missing. Wondering if the body he remembers is just a dream and he needed to learn to wake up, wake up, wake up--

“You’ve got to stop doing this.”

Sun’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts—and he knows this. Perhaps that’s why Sun is always nagging him. To fill his head with something useful again.

“Some of these scratches can’t be buffed out, and there’s only so much I can do,” Sun works on a light scratch on his left hand.

“And you won’t see a mechanic,” Sun tuts.

“No.”

“I know,” Sun sighs, letting go of the scratch. It’s barely visible now, the kind of imperfection you would have to know about and intentionally look for. The kind that Moon keeps a tally of. His body is covered with tally marks that only he can see.

“But either you stop or I will take you to the mechanic… or,” Sun’s hands drift down to Moon’s hand, holding his fingers gently. “…I disable your retractable claw function.”

“Ha,” the short laugh spills out of Moon before he can think to stop it. “Not when I’m the only one who can give proper hair washes.”

There is a slight pause before Sun pulls his hands away and lightly knocks Moon’s head. “Well, if your claws are sharp enough to carve metal, I don’t want them anywhere near our customer's heads. Besides, we have Sunshine who can help with that now.”

Moon hums uncommittedly, staring at Sun's handiwork at erasing his. Out of the corner of his eye he notices a sway in Sun’s steps as he puts away his tools. As much as Sun pushes his code to the limits and watches over him, Moon also watched out for him. They were, after all, once one. No one knows them better than they do.

Moon’s hand rises up Sun’s arm. “Bed time?”

“Yeah,” Sun says wearily. Even with the lights on, his battery was running low, after a full day of work, walking under street lamps, and fixing Moon's mistakes. The least Moon can do is play this role—a role he gladly performs.

Moon nods as he reaches out to steady Sun before connecting to their shared internal chat.

M: Clip. Sun and I are going to sleep.

E: K.

S: Don’t stay up too late. Make sure you charge up.

E: K.

With that, Moon helps Sun to their bed. They could only afford a one-bedroom apartment, and even then their landlord definitely wasn't too keen about renting to three large robots, and their lack of credit history. It was only thanks to a referral from Boss that they landed the place. But they couldn't complain. There are robots, the don't really need to sleep in bedrooms, but they had one so they might as well use it.

Moon assists Sun into bed before stepping back to get the lights. He watches as Sun plugs in his charging cable in before lying down on the pillows. His eyes never leave Sun’s as darkness falls on the room.

There is the familiar whirring sound of gears moving as rays retract and metal shifts colour. If Moon closes his eyes, he could almost feel those gears in himself. Grinding away. Putting Sun in his nap. And him waking from his own slumber. Him coming alive. Waking in his own body.

S: Moon.

There he goes, filling his head again. Even when powered down, Sun still watches over him. Moon hums in response and shuffles to the bed. His eyes never leave Sun as the bed dips from the added weight, as he slots himself up next to Sun. One arm slips under the gap between his neck and the bed. The other goes over, holding him in place. His legs find their place behind the bend of Sun’s.

His upper hand rubs circles on the familiar surface. Where these hands had left scratches on blue metal, they now caressed the smaller yellow surface.

Different city, different space, but at least he can still hold his body. Although it is not the same colour, it still feels like he remembers. The slenderness of the forearms. Every fine joint in the long fingers. He pulls Sun closer, if only to be closer, if only to be himself again.

But a hard pressure against his chest stops him every time.

Behind layers of clothes, the inflexible metal underneath always keeps them apart. Never flush together when they are in this position. It will always be there to jab into his chest every time he tries.

A reminder of how far he’s fallen.

thank you for reading!

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alwayschasingrainbows · 4 months

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My new headcanon: Emily Starr and Teddy Kent's soulmate connection started even before they met. They believed that they saw each other for the first time in Sunday school; but neither of them was present there at this time. If they saw each other, it was only a dream or a vision.

Now, here is where this idea came from (all quotes are from the book - Emily of New Moon by L. M. Montgomery):

"Emily was secretly not averse. She had seen Teddy Kent but once, at Sunday School the day before he was taken seriously ill, and she had liked his looks. It had seemed that he liked hers, too, for she caught him staring shyly at her over the intervening pews several times."

But, it wouldn't be possible. From Emily of New Moon we know that Emily had been sent to the school almost immediately after moving into New Moon:

"THAT first Saturday and Sunday at New Moon always stood out in Emily’s memory as a very wonderful time [...] It had been decided in family conclave that Emily was not to go to church that day.

“She has nothing suitable to wear,” said Aunt Elizabeth. “By next Sunday we will have her white dress ready.”

One can argue that Sunday School does not equal mass and of course, that's right. So, it is not impossible (although, due to the lack of the proper clothing, very un-Murray-like) that Emily might have been sent to the Sunday school, while not attending the church service.

But... firstly, if that was the case, Montgomery would have described this Sunday event. It would have been Emily's first meeting with other Blair Water's children - even if they hadn't been unpleasant, there would be a lot of staring at ill-dressed little girl from New Moon. These glares would have probably pierced Emily's sensitive soul and make her a lot less excited over the perspect of attending a regular school.

Secondly, most children wore their best clothes for both church and Sunday school.

Thirdly, Aunt Elizabeth hadn't said a word about attending Sunday School, when she decided Emily wouldn't go to the church:

"No, you are not going to church to-day. You can wear the black dress to school to-morrow. We can cover it up with an apron.”

It seems that the only reason Aunt Elizabeth allowed Emily to wear her black, cheap dress to school was because it would have been completely covered by the apron - yet Emily hadn't seen that hideous item of clothing until Monday. So, I believe it's quite safe to assume she didn't attend either school, either church service this first Sunday.

Emily's first day of school takes place right after Sunday: "Aunt Elizabeth drove Emily to school the next morning."

There, again, it is Rhoda Stuart, who is a reason I believe Teddy couldn't have attended Sunday school as well. Rhoda tries to befriend Emily on that first day and tells her:

“Oh, everybody in our class has a beau. Mine is Teddy Kent. [...] Teddy wasn’t in school to-day—he’s been sick all June."

It is, of course, possible that Teddy might have attended the school (and Sunday school, for that matter), while sick. It might have been something quite insignificant at first; a cough, runny nose, other symptoms of cold. His illness might have gotten more serious only the Monday of Emily's first day of school.

But still, Rhoda's use of words suggests something else: that Teddy was unable to attend either school, either church, for the last few days (or weeks) of June.

Besides, Emily would have probably noticed that Teddy had looked a little under the weather (if Rhoda described him as being "sick" for at least the last few days), yet, when she remembers seeing him for the first time, he seems perfectly healthy and allert:

"He was very handsome, Emily decided. She liked his thick, dark-brown hair and his black-browed blue eyes, and for the first time it occurred to her that it might be rather nice to have a boy playmate, too."

Of course, one can argue that both Teddy and Emily went to Sunday school that day; she, in her cheap black dress, somehow not attracting attention to herself; he, with his runny nose or a fever, somehow still able to notice the new girl and smile shyly at her.

Emily might have thought Teddy was very handsome, even if he had looked a bit sickly; he might have noticed her even despite his illness.

But I like the idea of Teddy and Emily sharing their uncanny bond even before meeting each other. He might have dreamt of seeing her in the church, while he was laying feverish in a bed; she might have had a vision of attending the Sunday school while, in fact, she never went there, but spent her Sunday in Cousin Jimmy's company.

Neither of them ever asked others about it; they both believed that it had really happened.

In a way, it would have been another "I knew I loved you before I met you" moment. It might have also explained why, despite spending a decade away from each other, despite not talking or writing for years, their bond was still so strong.

Not to mention, there were other examples of their uncanny connection: Teddy hearing Emily's voice calling to him that night she was locked in a church, the Flavian, Emily's dreams of Teddy (not being able to find him, while chasing after his signal; the dream of Teddy of old times, just before learning about his engagement to Ilse).

Most probably: it was just LMM's small mistake... which I turned into a headcanon. I am aware of this. Well, what can I say.

#lm montgomery #emily of new moon #teddy kent #my headcanon #rereading emily of new moon as an adult

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tqngerine · 1 year

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stay in the middle — 16. coolbeans

SYNOPSIS: Huening Kai would do anything for his best friend Taehyun, and this one small favor is no exception. It appears that Kai’s fellow campus journalist Y/N has caught his attention, and Taehyun needs help connecting to them. Befriending someone outside of his small social circle wasn’t something Kai did often, but he comes to find that it’s easy to get close to Y/N—maybe even getting a little too close.

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“This place isn’t as suffocating as I remembered.” Y/N couldn’t help but hum, gazing around the small cafe. Now that they weren’t overwhelmed with worries about social interaction anymore, they could properly appreciate the array of wooden decor lined up at the top of the cream walls. Plates, large utensils, framed coffee beans, the items were appropriate but quaint in its display. Y/N was quite charmed.

Sitting opposite to them, Kai made the practical decision of scanning the menu for their dinner selection. “My best friend and I often meet here in the early morning to charge up before our classes.“

“The same best friend that helped you with your report outline for earlier?”

Kai gave a nod.

“With the amount of times you’ve mentioned him, I’m wondering why I haven’t met him yet.” Y/N laughed.

A penguin pout graced his lips. “Ah, he’s especially busy these days because he’s in the volleyball team, training and all. But I promise you I’ll introduce him to you eventually.” He crossed his arms over the table. “Likewise, I want to meet your friends too.”

Y/N scrunched their face. “I fear they’re not as cute and into Sanrio as I am.”

“Not even Soobin?”

“He’s only cute. That’s the only thing he’s got going on for him.”

Kai giggled—or rather cackled with incredibly more power than necessary, earning him a few stares from the neighboring customers. After realizing his volume, he immediately turned to bow in silent apology to each table, looking like a docking ostrich in the process.

“We should probably take our orders now.” Y/N said, trying to hold back a laugh.

“Good idea.”

Y/N requested for a plate of carbonara while Kai went for a traditional caesar salad, along with two glasses of blue lemonade.

Once the waiter had left, the two were met with comfortable silence. They had just finished observing the swim team for almost three hours, it had already been a long day for them.

Although they have definitely grown much closer since the last time they were here (the longest and most awkward 30 minutes of their life, as Y/N remembered it), they found that they didn’t need to be constantly speaking to enjoy each other’s presence. Both naturally leaned more toward being the quiet type anyway.

The same panicky boy that made a mess out of Y/N’s papers almost a month ago wore a much calmer countenance today, his ebony curls more neatly kept and eyes crinkling into creases. He was fiddling with the corners of the paper placemat beneath him, creating a pile of paper crumbs that had been softly ripped apart.

“You’re not gonna have a placemat by the time the food arrives if you keep at it.” Y/N teased, pointing at the pile.

The tips of Kai’s ears colored. “Oops, habit of mine. My hands get restless so I often fidget without thinking.”

“No need to justify yourself, I promise. How about you help me with something instead to keep you busy.” Y/N then turned to their backpack to fish out a pastel pink notebook. They slid it in front of Kai to reveal the numerous Hello Kitty stickers decorating the front cover.

“That’s a lot of glitter on those stickers.” Kai’s own eyes sparkled at the sight.

“I always say it’s never enough.” Y/N smirked before flipping to the last filled page. Scribbled all over it was a mind map of words like moon, aliens, and galaxy, drawn arrows pointing them toward each other. “See, before I got in The Hybe Times, I used to submit self-written stories to the local student magazine. I’ve been thinking of submitting another one for the first time in so long, but I can’t quite stick to one idea.”

Kai took in Y/N’s explanation while examining the seemingly nonsensical writings on the page. “I’m gathering that your story is space themed?”

“Yep. The upcoming issue will commemorate the anniversary of the moon landing, so outer space was given as the prompt.” Y/N leaned backward, heaving a sigh. “But space is such a broad topic—kind of literally, too. So much could be talked about, how do I condense it into one short story?”

Kai’s eyes remained focus on trying to follow the words on the page, eyebrows scrunched thoughtfully. “Hm, do you know what all these arrows remind me of? Constellations. Metaphorical lines that connect different bodies together to form a bigger picture.”

Y/N blinked at his interpretation, caught pleasantly surprised. “That’s… I like that.”

“You do?”

“Constellations as lines that connect and create a bigger picture…” Y/N flipped the notebook back to face them and started furiously inking down the sparks in their mind. From their peripheral, they saw Kai watch in awe, his mouth slightly agape. Y/N only let a select few people witness their “light bulb” moments like these so they were admittedly a bit flustered under his gaze.

They finally looked up, corners of their lips stretched wide. “I don’t know how you did it but you just helped me plot out a full beginning, middle, and end of a short story.”

“That fast?” Kai gawked. “I’m impressed.”

“The mind works in mysterious ways.” Y/N reached forward to tap Kai’s temple with their finger. “Yours so much more so than mine.”

At that moment, Y/N’s eyes caught something from behind Kai’s head. Two figures had entered the packed cafe—two familiar figures.

Y/N quickly docked their head and tucked their notebook beneath the table, startling Kai. “I-is something wrong?”

Y/N’s voice lowered. “Don’t turn around, but Jungwon and Jay just entered the cafe.” They buried their face in their hands. Of course they’d come here; Jungwon was their field partner, and the swimming compound was right beside this cafe. It’d make sense for him to seek dinner here after fieldwork too.

Kai’s mouth rounded into a silent “oh”, nodding slowly and trying his best to remain calm for Y/N’s sake.

Unfortunately for Y/N, they made the mistake of peaking up again, accidentally making eye contact with Jungwon. At the sight of his co-journalists, he gave a big enthusiastic wave before dragging his friend along to their table.

“Kai hyung, Y/N! Thank goodness you’re here.” Jungwon greeted, grin wide. “The waiter just told us there were no more seats available. Do you mind if we sat with you instead?”

Jay stood rigid beside Jungwon, arms linked with each other. He gave the two a polite smile in greeting. Other than that, his face was practically unreadable—Y/N was hoping they’d figure out how he feels about getting a minor role alongside them, but maybe some answers are not this easily attainable. Still, his unreadability didn’t dismiss the way his hair was parted to the side so neatly, nor the way his slick leather jacket hugged his figure handsomely. Wait, how does an article of clothing hug one’s figure handsomely?

Y/N felt Kai’s expectant eyes on them, waiting for their call. (They were hoping his stare was not because they were noticeably blushing furiously at the moment.)

“Uh… sure! Come take a seat.”

Jungwon clapped gratefully. Right before any movements occurred, Kai swiftly switched to take the space beside Y/N, allowing the newly arrived duo to sit opposite them. It was as if he had read their mind begging for him to block any chance of Jay sitting close to Y/N.

“What did you guys order?” Jay asked diplomatically.

“Kai ordered a salad for two. Perhaps you’d like to take his other half?” Y/N promptly replied, to which Kai raised an eyebrow. They weren’t wrong, but Kai had the appetite for two servings; he very well meant to finish the salad on his own.

“I promise I’ll get you a big bowl of ice cream after to compensate. I just don’t want to have to wait for their orders too.” Y/N rapidly said below a whisper, ensuring that the other two didn’t hear them. Kai gave a thumbs up of content.

“Oh, I do love salad. That’d be nice, thank you.”

“Jay can pay for the entire bill, too.” Jungwon smirked, earning him an eye roll from his hyung. “What about me, though?”

“You can share Y/N’s carbonara! Also made for two.” Kai offered quickly. He lowered back down to Y/N to whisper, “I’ll make up for that with another big bowl of ice cream for you too.”

Y/N could feel their heart thumping in their ears out of nervousness.

“I’m more of a spaghetti person myself but I won’t complain since I’m hungry.”

As if on cue, a waiter arrived with their orders. The group then dined without chatter, busy enjoying their meals (and trying to stay calm in front of their crush, in Y/N’s case).

“Did you receive Yunjin’s message in the group chat?” Jay finally spoke up, breaking the silence.

Y/N nearly choked on their bacon. “O-oh. I haven’t been on my phone for the past hour. What did she say?”

“She already wrote specifications about our characters on the script. We’ll be rehearsing alongside the main cast tomorrow.”

“That’s great! I’ll read through the script later.”

“You guys have the same roles?” Jungwon asked.

“Uh, you could say that.” Jay simply replied, taking a sip from the service water. How on earth did he manage to make that something to swoon over.

Y/N had to slap Kai’s lap to bring them out of their trance, much to his poor surprise. “How are you enjoying the salad, Jay?” Kai spoke out of panic.

“It’s all right. My dad knows how to prepare an even better one though.” It should have sounded like a brag, but it came out more lighthearted. “I can pack extra to rehearsals one day for you to try, Y/N.”

“Coolbeans! I’d be honored to try.”

Jay lips pressed into a smile. “Hang on, I need to use the restroom.” He excused himself from the table, and the moment he was completely out of sight, Kai stifled a laugh.

“Coolbeans?”

Y/N plopped their head on Kai’s shoulder, groaning in embarrassment. “Why does time always seem to slow down whenever I’m in this cafe.”

A cough broke, causing Kai to turn to the scrutinizing gaze of Jungwon. “There’s something going on that I don’t know about.”

Y/N continued to grumble incoherently, forehead still stuck to Kai’s shoulder.

“Do you not care to tell me?”

“None of your business, Yang!”

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hell-heron · 11 months

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Love Interests and TWOW/ADOS speculation - Why Tyrion And Sansa Make Sense To Me

I've been wanting to make a contribution to the Sanrion fandom for so long, but I can't do anything artistically and only write once in a blue moon, my only real fandom skill is rambling. So, rambling time!

1) The Original Outline

Yeah, I know. I know, sorry. In the original outline, Tyrion is controversially involved in a love triangle with Arya and Jon. I'm not interested in the notion that GRRM repartitioned this love triangle amongst the Stark sisters or anything of that kind, nor in the idea that nothing actually changed from it. I think it's most likely that Jon and Daenerys will be romantically involved, and that Bran and Arya will see the completion of their relationships with their secondary love interests in the epilogues/ADOS, though that obv can only be a theory. What do I find relevant, then? That

1) Tyrion is said to befriend Sansa. While their nonconsensual marriage has its sweetness and they think comparatively fondly of one another considering the terrible situation, they can't be said to be developing a friendship in canon. That might be for the future! Still, it is very interesting to think how that may have happened. It Is possible that Sansa died in the original outline (no, its never actually mentioned, contrary to popular opinion, its only implied her baby is killed) but clearly she lives long enough to bitterly rue her choices, and it seems to be implied Tyrion befriends Sansa before he does Arya by the wording. Was this friendship developed in facing the horrors of the court and the issue of their conflicting loyalties together? Was it an important part of Tyrion's choice to defect, after having gone so far for his family as to burn Winterfell? There's so much room for speculation.

2) On a meta level, GRRM explicitely parallels them here as his grayest protagonists, the most conflicted and hardest to love. They both have sweeter journeys in the finished canon, but I think the intention was the same, and for me, the execution sealed the deal splendidly.

2) Fondness

Tyrion and Sansa have every reason in the world not to be fond of one another, but they are. Supposing that their marriage did not happen just because GRRM didn't know how to occupy valuable writing space in ASOS, the purpose must be to make them hate one another or to grow closer: they very clearly do not hate one another.

Tyrion is protective of Sansa over and over before and after they are wed, he's kind to her at Joffrey's nameday tourney, is interested in her wellbeing after the dissolution of her betrothal to Joffrey, protects her when Joffrey has her beaten for Robb's victory, puts himself at risk to avoid her a bedding ceremony, and does his best over and over to ease her suffering during their marriage, independently of whether he succeeeds. Often, though not always, he's also quite self aware and understanding of the fact Sansa is mistrustful and not overtly appreciative of his kindness, in a world where people are always wanting Sansa to be "grateful and obedient". Even at his bitterest and more pissed at Sansa, he protects her in his testimony about Joffrey's murder. These repeated instances are not needed for us to know that Tyrion is kind and fond of children, we've already been shown that very well. This is so obvious it hardly bears repeating, and this is a Sansa Month meta, so let's see Sansa's more subtle fondness.

We see in Sansa's thoughts once she's free and able to collect herself that she is, in fact, grateful to Tyrion's actions. He was kind to her. He protected her from Joffrey, not Littlefinger. She immediately protests his innocence of Joffrey's murder to Littlefinger. She finds herself wanting to tell Lysa that he was kind, but having to say he "had whores" instead, much like she was forced over and over again to dissimulate her loyalty to her traitor mother and brother.

We even have this pretty damning quote

Moreover, even when Sansa is desperately trying to be as unengaged as possible in the marriage and not attract attention in any way as she waits her chance to escape, she does have an interest in caring for Tyrion as a wife. She tried to curb his drinking on their wedding night in a way I don't think is out of self-preservation, because I don't think she would consider him being slightly drunker while he's already sloshed to be a greater danger to her than him being pissed because she dared contradict him, based on her experience. She is apprehensive about him confronting Joffrey again, she wishes to dance with him at their wedding, and she shows an interest in what he'll wear to Joffrey's wedding even though she knows she'll be peacing out right after it! It doesn't really reflect on her in anyway! Yet it's a role that comes quite instinctive to her. It's painful to see a 12 year old feel the need to do that, but it is how she as a very traditional person expressed her feelings.

Obviously these are sweet nuggets in a very bitter sea. Sansa and Tyrion in the books are sadly two people who don't trust each other, who hit on each other's negative baggage quite heavily, who have no wish to hurt one another, yet they do basically everytime they talk because of a situation they have more or less been forced in. Yet it's a dynamic GRRM thrives on and it's something that works as extremely shippy for me.

3) Endgame Desires

I'm someone who doesn't give that much thought to TWOW/ADOS, as someone who's bad at predictions and doesn't have too much hope for them to ever come. However I've developed the idea that Sansa's ultimate return will be to a rebuilt King's Landing. For Arya and Sansa to me the most significant place will be the one where they started their journey, where they quite literally poured their blood and tears and knew intimately in the darkest details and that shaped them as people before they even had agency enough to enbark on their developmental journeys in Braavos and the Vale. So I'm enamored with the idea that both will return to Winterfell, but ultimately Arya shall be lady of Harrenhal or anyhow have an important role in the Riverlands, and Sansa will come back to court not as a pawn but as a player once she has been given back the sense of home and safety and belonging she lost.

It's very widely theorized and foreshadowed that Tyrion will be Dany's hand and that Dany may be the endgame ruler, there's no need of my rambling for that. What struck me recently is how Sansa has been in the later books given an arc heavily antiparallel to the tragic story of her aunt Lysa, who before she was the lady of the Eyrie was the Hand's wife. Sansa's journey is paralleled-with-a-twist to hers in many ways (notably her making many of the mistakes Lysa made as a child and seemingly going towards mending them as an adult) and it would be satisfying to me to see her take up this role in a way that allows her to reach, unlike Lysa, real political and cultural agency in the environment of court intrigue that is to her most natural.

This would be a role of particular responsibility and influence, of course, in a court that lacks a Queen consort, perhaps because there is, you know a queen regnant instead 🤭 Dany and Sansa are Cersei's closest foils, and it would be so satisfying to see two "younger and beautiful queens" take up the role which she despised and the role which she failed at, that of chief lady and patroness of the court and that of ruling queen, and be so much better at them than she was.

4) Small things in common and foreshadowings

We know from Tyrion's bitter memories of Tysha that he enjoys

1) a girl who sings

2) blue eyes in which you can drown

3) this banter about the need or lack thereof of highborn people to be able to make their own fire, which i suppose there's a different attitude to in the North but it struck me

During their wedding, Sansa stands in defiance when Tyrion attempts to cloak her, but does kneel for the kiss, maybe foreshadowing refusal of him as a Lannister but acceptance as a person.

They both have their actions uncredited during the Battle of Blackwater, but they also both have a moment of not underestimating the other where everyone else does:

I think they genuinely just want similar things in life? In ASOS, they both have some of the loveliest passages about yearning for children and domesticity of the whole series. They enjoy city life and luxury and books and the pleasures of the table. Though Sansa is so new to it, they're both energized and intellectually gratified by feeling they get people's motivation and are on the top of the intrigue. They also get some parallel descriptions of their skill:

Sansa would have known who he was, and the fat one too, but Arya had never taken much interest in titles and sigils.

"The Boltons skin their enemies." Jaime remembered that much about the northman. Tyrion would have known all there was to know about the Lord of the Dreadfort, but Tyrion was a thousand leagues away, with Cersei.

They both have very complex ways of processing trauma that it would be very long to write about, but it breaks my heart how they both describe it in similar ways:

Finally, I think its very interesting that Seasons of My Love is given to us as the leitmotive of Tyrion's love life, yet the verse about sunset-colored hair never happens in his chapters... Yet? 🤭

#sansamonth2023 #sanrion #op #i def forgot some things lol. ive just been rotating this for months and its so self indulgent in all the little details. it was nice to #embrace that fandom tradition

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