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jamil-s-wifey · 9 months

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Hello! Can I request drunken reader and drunken Jack howl making out and about to go further but there's a knock on the door that brings them back to reality? They weren't thinking straight in the moment and now they don't know how to act with each other after the heated makeout and groping session

Thank you!

Ah, I love these types of requests so much omg! I made it kind of open-ended, do tell if you wish for a part two of this! This is so cute! We love them drunken shenanigans. One slightly lime-y scenario with extra vodka, coming right up~~ ALSO A TON OF CURSING!

P.S. This is happening during MC and Jack's 3rd year, so that they are of legal age for both the nsfw part and the drinking, (at least in my country) AND to still be together most of the time, and be in that crush phase~

P.P.S. Alcohol is fun until it's not! Drink responsibly~~

How your friends managed to procure alcohol on campus was beyond you. How they hid it from Crowley was even more beyond you. Did it matter? Not necessarily. Not when you were having so much fun!

Towards the end of your third year, you decided to celebrate together with your friends. After all, the future was uncertain. Ace, Deuce, Sebek, Jack, Epel and of course Grim and you, everybody was there! You all stayed at Ramshackle, away from prying eyes. So here you were, drinking to your heart's content, celebrating the end of the school year, reminiscing, laughing, playing games like truth or dare, you know how it is.

As time passed, everybody reluctantly returned to their respective dorms until only you and Jack remained. Even Grim had gone who knows where to probably sleep off the ungodly amount of food he'd consumed.

.................

"So, I don't really want tonight to end yet. If you've got nothing better to do, how about we drink one more?" You proposed, taking a sip of your drink. You were currently facing each other, cross-legged on your bed.

"Yeah, I'd like that." He smiled back, tail swishing behind him. The more he drank, the more he let loose. He was leaning back, eyes glazed over from the alcohol. A sight to behold. And my my, were you beholding it.

Your gaze travelled down his body, before moving to the alcohol, taking a big gulp. You couldn't exactly help yourself, not when Jack was just sitting there, on YOUR bed, all attractive and shit.

"Let's play a staring game!" Suddenly you chimed in. Then you could stare at him and compete at the same time.

"Staring game? Okay, bring it on."

"But with a twist." (Hehe, twist)

"Oh no"

"Oh yes. We can try anything to get the other person to blink."

"Anything?"

You realised the implications of your words and your cheeks heated up almost immediately.

"Yes. Anything."

"....okay."

He moved closer to you, using you as leverage, so that you could be perfectly face to face, with little space between you two, less than an arms length. His own heart skipped a beat at the closeness and your implication, which was FOR ONCE not lost on him. Perhaps it was the alcohol? It is a great way of dropping your inhibitions.

"3... 2... 1... Start!"

And so the game began. The first few seconds were easy, until you reached out to try and poke him, only for him to firmly grab your hand. His eyes read determination...and a little something more.

"Killjoy."

"I'm just playing the game, MC."

But then, you reached out and with your other hand and gently cupped his cheek. His eyes widened, but he still remained unblinking. However, his gaze slowly moved downwards, from your eyes to your lips. His own hand moved to rest on your knee. It was getting increasingly harder not to blink. You slowly slid your hand out of his grasp and moved it to his knee, mirroring his actions, only you didn't stop there. Slowly gliding your hand further up his thigh, you knew you were getting a rise out of him. Perhaps it was the alcohol talking, or just your own subconscious looking for-.

"Fuck. I really want to kiss you right now."

Before you could stop yourself, you had closed the distance between you two and smashed your lips on his. And my god, was it glorious. Thin lips moving against your own warm ones, big strong hands moving up your thighs, resting on your waist. It wasn't the most romantic kiss, but god it was passionate and hungry, and needy.

With resolve almost fully broken, he pulled you towards him, manhandling you onto his lap as if you weighed nothing - which for him, you did. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. It was cathartic, the release of finally tasting him, feeling him, all over you, crashing into you like waves of desire. His hands slid down, to the small of your back, engulfing you.

Pulling back, he looked at you, eyes glazed over, breathless, wanting, barely cohesive from that intoxicating kiss. He nodded, silently asking you if you were okay. Even drunk, needy and turned on out of his mind, he was a gentleman. You settled a little more comfortably on his lap pushing him back to lay on your bed, before demonstratively moving one of his hands to your ass - your very physical answer.

The growl that left him was unlike anything you'd ever heard before, and god, did you feel it wash over you like a heatwave. He pulled you in for another kiss, this time deeper, slower, much more sensual, hands freely roaming over your body. From your ass, toy your hips, to your chest, he couldn't stop himself - not with your intoxicating scent, engulfing his very being, with the small whimpers coming from you through the kiss. His hips moved involuntarily, grinding against your core. Fuck he was so hard it was almost painful, and you were so fucking wet for him. And he smelled it, god he smelled it, and he knew.

Suddenly, he flipped you two over, pushing you onto the bed and caging you between his arms. You were so gorgeous beneath him, hair tangled, slightly sweaty, eyes glazed over, heaving, with reddened lips. He wasted no time moving to leave heated kisses and darkened hickeys down your neck, scenting the absolute hell out of you. One hand moved under your shirt, exploring the soft skin on your stomach and pushing right underneath your bra. So warm, so soft, so fucking perfect, he wanted to feel all of you. And when the palm of his hand brushed over your hardened nipple, when you moaned so sweetly, when you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling on it so deliciously, fuck it was over for him.

"Let me undress you. I want to undress you. I want you naked underneath me." He mumbled, lost on the taste of your skin and the sound of your breathy moans.

"Then undress me, big boy~"

He left another searing kiss right on your lips, committing their softness to memory. Then he moved back just enough to grab the hem of your shirt to pull it up.

Knock knock knock

Fuck.

"Oi! MC! I think I ditched my phone there! Y'sleeping?"

Ace, of all times-

You two looked at each other, before hastily jumping off the bed, making yourself look as decent as possible.

Flushed beyond salvation, you looked around, indeed spotting Ace's phone on the floor. On the floor, which was about to be littered with your clothes-

Oh my god. Were you about to have sex with Jack?!

Grabbing the phone, you opened the door just a little bit and handed it to Ace. "Here."

"Damn, you seem pretty out of it, y'still drinking with Jack?"

Fuck, don't mention him right now.

"Yeah, we were just about to clean...up around here and...call it a night."

"Cool, I can wait for him so we can walk back together."

"Uh...we still have some cleaning up to do. You go back. Okay?" Please, just fucking go.

"Suuuuure. Yeah. Okay. Gotcha. G'night then."

And with that he was gone. Somehow, you knew that he knew. But perhaps, he was just too tired to mention it. Or maybe, he was saving all his teasing for tomorrow?

What about Jack?

You turned back, only to find him actually picking up the glasses and tidying up.

"You... don't actually have to do that, you know?"

"It's the uh ... Least I can do."

"Uh-huh."

Fuck. Why was this so awkward, this shouldn't be this awkward, you've known each other for years. Did you just seriously wash 3 years of friendship down the goddamn drain?!

"I...think we should talk." "I think I should go."

Really? Did you guys really say it at the exact same time? This isn't some shoujo anime-

"Can we-"

"Tomorrow?"

"Huh?"

"T-tomorrow. Talk tomorrow."

"I don't think I-"

"Let us be at least...sober."

Fuck. He had a point.

"Okay."

"Uh....Goodnight, then."

"Yeah... Goodnight.

Before he could leave, though, he turned around to look at you.

"I-"

Welp. Here goes nothing I guess. If tomorrow's gonna be awkward regardless, then you... Might as well... Right?

You stepped on your tippy toes and left the smallest of kisses on his cheek.

"Bye, Jack."

His eyes widened, tail gently swishing behind him.

"Bye, MC."

What a night.

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storiesandthingsofthatnature · 10 months

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Cradle Snatcher (Pt. 1)

Summary: You had told Leon that perhaps after he graduated from the police academy than maybe you would give him the time of day. You two have an age difference but it’s nothing too big. However it still weirds you out. But, with Leon Kennedy, can you really say no?

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Pairing: RE2! Leon Kennedy x fem! reader (afab) Warnings: Age difference (5 year age gap), breeding kink, biting, praise kink, unprotected sex (don’t be silly~), cream pie, pre-ejaculation, dom/sub dynamics lemme know if I missed anything! Disclaimer: MDNI!!! 18+ only! A/N: Hi there! So I’m very new to the RE fandom so please be nice to me uwu. Anyway, I’ve been reading a lot of dominant Leon and while that shit is nice I also feel like subby Leon is just as hot~ I hope that I did him justice. Like the title says this is pt. 1 so pt. 2 shall be out soon enough! :D If you like my writing be sure to think about popping up in my inbox for some requests :3c I do other fandoms so just lmk! :D I may even make a post about my rules and such, idk. If I get enough of a following :3 Alrighty! Enjoy! :D

You had told Leon that when he had graduated from the police academy then perhaps you would give him the time of day. To be honest, you just felt like a cradle snatcher. Leon was about 5 years younger than you. He was 21 when he graduated and you were 26 and already a lieutenant in RPD. You didn’t want to have a relationship get in the way of work anyway but Leon was hellbent on making you see him as more than a new subordinate.

It all started when you were just the ripe age of 21 yourself. You were called to a high school to talk about RPD and how it may be a nice career choice for the young minds of Racoon high. Leon was one of the bright eyed students that sat right in the middle, his stare never leaving your silhouette as you talked about what could be expected on the job. After class, he had stopped you to ask a few questions. You were happy with his curiosity and answered all of his questions with fervor. You were a budding rookie yourself and anyone who was interested in the same subject that you held dear was a friend automatically.

Somehow he had wrangled your number out of you, saying that he would love to discuss further on possible internships and things of the like. It seemed like he was truly interested in policing and while that was true he was also very interested in you. Coupled with your beauty and passionate standing with justice and helping people, he couldn’t help but want to be sure that he had some way of keeping in contact with you.

However, he didn’t make a move until he was 18 and had just graduated high school. You two had interacted a lot since the first day, Leon following your shadow for “on-the-job” training and even studying on his own when he could. On the eve of his first day at the training academy, he confessed to you about how he felt. He was a blushing mess and he ran over his words a lot but it was probably the cutest confession that you ever had the pleasure of witnessing. It was full of pure innocence and a part of you wanted to ruin it~ But you stayed strong and gently let him down.

Again, you would feel like a cradle snatcher and while there was not that big of an age difference you still felt weird about it considering he had just graduated high school and was barely legal. But he was persistent, wanting to know the reason why. You couldn’t come up with a logical answer other than “You’re younger than me I’d feel weird.” And not wanting to lie to him you told him just that. He then started to ask if it would be because he was less experienced and that made you blush considering what that entailed. With a stutter you mutter a quick,”Maybe after you graduate.” And then quickly ran off to your office.

You really didn’t think that he would actually wait until he graduated to try again. You were sure that he would have found some cute rookie cop girl, to your dismay, and find happiness with them. However, when he invited you over to celebrate his graduation, you should have known something was off when it was just you. But you did not say anything as you two hung out and drank in celebration. Like the good boy he was, he hadn't drunk any alcohol until he was the legal age, you introducing him to new beverages and mixes.

After a few shots, Leon couldn’t help but try again. “Will you go on a date with me, [y/n]?” You choke on your drink, a part of you thinking that you should have seen this coming. But another had hoped that it wouldn’t happen. You cleared your throat of the froth,”Leon…” “I know what you’re going to say. That I’m too young for you but I think that’s absolute bullshit. I also know that it’s probably because I’m not all that experienced-” You sigh. “Leon, it’s not that-” “So let me prove to you that I can please you just as much, if not more, than any other guy you’ve been with. Use me.” You felt yourself go into cardiac arrest. He asked what now?! “Use…You?” Leon inched closer to you, eager to prove himself. “I can be your fuck toy.” He declared and you nearly passed out. “Leon.” His stare was stifling, filled with admiration and intent. “Please?” He asked, his fingers finding purchase on your thighs. “I know I can make you feel so good, just let me try?” He seemed to beg, his forehead coming to rest against yours. You audibly gulp. “Have you even been with anyone, Leon?” He gave a shy smile. “I’ve made out with a few girls but nothing more. Wanted to save myself for you.” He admitted and you have never felt so flattered.

You felt your resolve slipping away. Leon was a very handsome young man. You were sure that a lot of people would love to make him happy. But for some reason he wants you and you couldn’t understand why. “Why me?” You asked, your eyes resting on his lips. You licked your own and Leon’s pupils seemed to dilate at the sight. Leon gave a small laugh. “I could count the ways but I feel like we’d be here for a while and I really want you to fall apart on my tongue right now.” You gently push at him in play,”I’m serious.” He pulled back to look at you. “If I tell you, will you let me?” He was basically asking you if he had a chance and you just couldn’t say no to those beautiful, blue eyes.

You give in. “Fine.” You whisper and the giant smile that etched onto his face makes your heart swell. He was on you like glue, kisses eager and sloppy but you pushed him back gently. “Uh-uh, no reward until you tell me.” You gently laughed but you felt out of breath. His inexperienced kisses were enough to punch the air out of your lungs. Maybe you had it worse than you thought. He felt like whining but he kept it from bubbling out,”Your personality; from how passionate you are about your work to how motherly you are when you are amongst others that you have to look after.” He seemed to say that last bit fondly and that caught you off guard. “Motherly?” You wonder aloud and he nodded. “You handle people so well and in such a gentle way. It’s both nice and hot to see.” Well at least he was honest, you thought to yourself.

“Hot? How so?” You muse and you could tell that he was getting a little impatient. He wanted to touch you but you were going to see how long he could last before he snapped. His blush was heavy,”Do I really have to explain that part?” You hum,”Obviously, rookie. I’m very interested.” He gave a reluctant sigh,”You acting motherly…Makes me wonder how you would act if we had kids..” He admitted softly, you having no idea that this is what your Leon was thinking of you this whole time.

“Oh?” You ask with a glint in your eye. At first you weren’t really for this but now you were starting to get into it. Perhaps you had feelings for Leon that you hadn’t wanted to come to terms with. It’s just having him spill his heart out like this was moving and you couldn’t help the heat forming between your legs from his words. “Does my rookie want to make me a mommy?” You ask with a purr and Leon felt like he was about to explode from the embarrassment. You giggle at his reaction and cup his face in your hands to have him look at you. “Red looks nice on you.” You winked and he wanted to cup his face in his hands and groan.

While the idea of getting pregnant was definitely not a good idea for you right now, the thought of getting knocked up after this little encounter was enough to make you think twice on logistics. Well, if you had to make a “mistake” with anyone you feel like Leon would be the ideal partner. You find your way onto his lap, his expression turning surprised as you settle yourself over him. “[Y-y/n]?” You gently quiet him with a chaste kiss. “While I would love to learn more about how you feel about me, I can’t help but get riled up by that little imagination of yours.” You say and Leon audibly gulps. You place your arms across his shoulders, crossing your forearms behind him as you lean forward to brush your lips against his. “How about it, rookie? Wanna make me a mommy?” You whisper and Leon bucked his hips up against you.

“C…Can I?” His voice sounded hopeful, filled with pureness yet sticky with lust. You giggle and give a few languid kisses to which he shivered from. “As long as you don’t dip on me if you actually do end up getting me pregnant.” His hands found purchase on your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he said,”Never.” That was the most confident he had been all night and it made you stutter. “O..Okay. You better keep your word.” You gently joke but at the same time, hope that he truly meant what he said. You lean forward again to capture his lips with yours, Leon returning with fervor. He took your lead and found a place between your hips. He kept his hands against you like you were going to run away and you slid your fingers through his hair to massage his scalp to try and tell him otherwise. He sighed contently into your lips, hips beginning to grind against yours. “S-Sorry.” He whispered, feeling a little embarrassed by his behavior but you give a shake of your head. “No, baby, don’t be. Feel good?” You ask and he gives a fervent nod.

“Such a good boy.” You purr and he groans from your praise, his hips picking up in pace. You let out little moans of your own, wanting Leon to know that he was being so good for you and your sounds alone were enough to nearly make him cum in his pants. He stopped grinding suddenly, brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to suppress his orgasm. “No, no no, that won’t do.” You say as you begin to grind down on him. “N-no, I’ll cum too soon.” He groaned and you hummed,”It’s not good to keep back your own pleasure. Besides, don’t you want me to see how good you look when you fall apart?” You say with a sly smile and he hid his face in the crook of your neck. “This was supposed to be the other way around….” He commented and you laughed.

“This is going to be your first time, right? Let me show you the ropes, rookie.” You say and you saw Leon visibly shiver. Suddenly, grinding was not enough for you and you fumble with the front of his jeans. He watches bashfully as you free him from his clothed restraints, his hot cock standing proudly against his shirt. You lick your lips at the sight. “Yes, I think this will do very nicely.” You tease and it was his turn to shove at you. You giggle as you wrap your hand around the base, a nice moan emanating from the back of Leon’s throat. “Hmmmm, let’s see~” You muse as you stroke him lazily, wondering just what you should do for his first time. Suck him off? That was tempting but didn’t he say that he wanted to be used?

“On your back, rookie.” You command and while he was a little confused he followed your instructions, you straddling his lap once more. “What are you-” “You want to be my fuck toy, right? Then be a good boy and lay there while I use your cock for my own pleasure, okay?” You say in a breathy voice and Leon was left in a stupefied state. “Yes, ma’am!” He practically squeaked out as he laid back against the cushions of the couch. You give a smile at him and begin to undo your own jeans. Slipping off both them and your panties in one go, the sight of slick connecting to the fabric made Leon’s hips buck up.

“Look what you did to me, rookie. Such a mess, huh?” You tease once more and Leon whines. “I’ll help clean up, ma’am. P-promise.” You hum in satisfaction and settle yourself over his tip. “Just one rule, okay? No touching - This is only for my pleasure, right?” You ask with a tilt of your head and Leon bit his bottom lip as he nodded. “Good~” And you slowly sank yourself down on him. Your head was thrown back as you were filled just right. God, past partners just couldn’t compare!

Meanwhile, Leon’s eyes had shut completely tight as a silent groan left his mouth. Fingers dug into the cushions below as you suddenly felt a hot gush of something within you. “Ohhh, baby, did you cum?” You wonder aloud and Leon wanted to die. “I-I can keep going! I p-promise-” He didn’t want to disappoint you, not like this and you shushed him with soft kisses. “Shhh, I know, my love. This pussy is just that good, huh?” You bite at his skin and heavy pants left Leon. “Mmmm, ‘s really good.” He managed to say, giving into the pleasure further now that he was sure that he hadn’t upset you.

Feeling a little merciful, you say,”Just let me know if it gets too much.” And you raise yourself once more, falling back down onto Leon as you feel his tip brushing the entrance of your womb. “Mmmm, such a good boy. Letting me use him like this~” You tease as you pick a rhythm that is both stimulating yet controlled. You knew that Leon was feeling oversensitive right now and if not careful you could actually hurt him and you could never do that to him. You were the one in control right now and that meant you had to be responsible. Make him feel valid even though he wants to be used like a toy.

He was very vocal with his pleasure, groans and moans leaving his throat as he tried his best to not grab at your hips. “[Y/N], please-””Aw, what is it baby? What do you need?” You ask in a sweet, saccharine voice. “Wanna t-touch you. Can I?” His fingers scratched at the fabric beneath him, itching to cause you even more pleasure. You hum in thought, hips gyrating instead of bouncing to tease Leon even more. “I dunno. Should I?” You ask with a lilt and Leon couldn’t refrain himself from letting out a frustrated moan. At that little display you tighten your walls and move in a way that makes both of you see stars.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease!” Leon said in a hurry, your ego receiving a nice fluff from the sight underneath you. “Oh, alright.” As soon as you gave the go ahead, one hand found its way to your clit while the other reached underneath your shirt and bra in one go. “Ahhh, so eager~” You say with a small smile, his fingers hungry in their assault to bring you close to your own climax. “W-want to you cum on m-my cock.” Leon looked at you with blown out eyes, the once blue hue being taken over by the void of his pupils. “Yeah? Make me, rookie.” You challenge and he was happy to accept.

Even though his touches were that of a novice, it was still Leons’; warm, loving, seeking - it was more than enough to bring you near your orgasm. Your bounces become sloppy and you give your own whine to which Leon couldn’t help but smirk at. “Gonna cum soon.” You warn and Leon starts to meet your thrusts with his. “Mmmm, Me too.” He says with a slur,”Gonna cum in you again. Make you a mommy.” He promises against your skin as those words seemed to be what brought you completely over the edge. You let out a delicious cry of Leon’s name and coupled with the intense clamping down on his cock, Leon couldn’t stop himself from coming a second time. His hands found their way to your hips, pushing you down flush against his pelvis so that he could aim directly into your womb.

“Such a pretty girl. MY pretty girl. Gonna be so full with my kids, fuck-” He started to babble to himself, holding you against his chest as he released inside of you. The feeling of hot cum spilling into you was far more pleasant than you thought it would be. You felt nice and marked, full with Leon and the possibility of having a little one with him. It made your heart swell. You give a small giggle and lean back, looking Leon in the eyes. “Now then, want to try to take the lead for this next one, rookie?”

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illtakeyoutowonderland · 9 months

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I can see you

Modern!Aemond x Reader A/N: This will probably be a series

Summary: You meet the Targaryean brothers at one of your new jobs parties

It was the first big event at the new company you were working on you had assisted. A big End of The Year kind of party, even though, for you, it had been no more than five months, but it was already December. You had moved from your own city to this new one, leaving it all behind, not looking back. It was rough, but necessary for you. You had applied to various jobs looking for the perfect opportunity, and excuse, to leave and it all had worked out. You were happy with your new job and your little new apartment. Except for this moment when you were cursing for putting yourself into a pair of high heels that you were so not used to walk in, let alone stand up for a few long hours

"Stop it!" Kate whispered to your ear as you switch you weight from one foot to the other, groaning in pain. You were feeling extremely uncomfortable and your feet were killing you "Focus on the handsome men talking and you'll forget your pain" She said cheekily as she pointed to the stage. Of course this parties had speeches. You know, the ones where the high ranks and CEO´s of the company talk about hard work and how amazing it is to work with them. Those speeches.

"Who are they again?" You asked your friend. This time, not only your own bosses were on stage but another whole family stood on the spotlight. They didn't work in your company, apparently they were just guests? It was all so weird

"They are the Targaryen's" She explained. Apparently they were a whole family of lawers, very well known in the business. Complete strangers to you "The blonde man talking now is Viserys, the father. And that's Alicent, his wife. Then you have Aegon, Aemond and Helaena" She said pointing to the blonde trio that looked as if they were rather be in any other place in the world but there.

"What kind of names are those?" You snorted already forgetting them as your friend shrugged

"The kind I wouldn't mind to see in my marriage licence" She grinned and you both laughed, grateful that the people around you started clapping so no one noticed the two of you. She explained to you how they came for a very long line of wealthy family "Stupidly rich" Were her exact words "Even if they all stop working today they will still have aough money for them and their own grandchildren" She said regarding the sibling's trio

"And why are they here? This is an audit and tax company. Don't they have their own legal or whatever company?"

"Yes, we have our own lawyers" She said as people started to leave the room to go back to the party "But Viserys is, conveniently, an extremly close friend to our own beloved CEO, so they get invited to every party. That and it works for both companies, you know? The give each other enough publicity and audience while being in contact with important clients"

"So this is a Marketing Campaign" You said socoffing "I'm sure that's a very warm friendship"

"That's how the world works, I guess" Kate grabbed a glass of wine, offering you another one but you declined and excused yourself to go to the lady's room. That's what they were calling them apparently

You were heading to the bathrooms, too focused on your own little world, you didn't noticed the voices at first until you reached the bathroom door "You are a disgrace to the family" You stopped in your tracks, you knew that voice, you just heard it. But the joyfull tone it had a few minutes ago was more than gone now. The raw, scoffing laugh of someone else was the only response "Oh, so you think this is funny?!" The man said raising his voice and you walked towards the corner trying to see who was yelling, blaming your curiosity on the expensive champagne you just had, you found a very angry Viserys Targaryean yelling at one of his sons. His back was turned to you, luckily, so he didn't see you. But his son did. What was his name again? Argon? Ergon? Eragon? "You will never get anywhere in life" Viserys said and you look at the older man in shock with his words. You knew this was not of your business, you should've left the seconds you heard their voices but you couldn't move, as if you were the one being scolded. You looked over to the young man again and found him looking at you, expressionless face you thought for a second but his big eyes were on the verge of tears "You are a dissapointment and that's all you will ever be!" Viserys said and took a step back turning around to leave and you knew you had to leave too, before he saw you. You were quick on your steps as you entered the bathroom and heard Visery's steps fade away.

"What the fuck?" You whispered to yourself as you tried to process and decide if it was a good idea to check on his son or leave it be. You chose the second option "None of my bussiness" You said as you looked at yourself in the mirror after freshing you up and got out of the bathroom and looked for your friends

A couple of hours had passed, a few more glasses of champagne and wine, when you head towards the bathroom once amore time. Once outside again you welcomed the breeze of the night fresh air on your face as you looked to your left and saw a very lonley young Targaryean sitting on a bench on a dark corner, smoking. You weren't exactly drunk but your tipsy state obviously made you more brave as you sighed and accepted the fact that you couldn't just leave him alone without checking how he was

So you walked over there and sat next to him without a word. Half not knowing what to say and half realizing this was a weird thing to do for a stranger, you looked back to the party, focusing on the horizon. He looked at you for a few seconds in silence before he offered you a smoke "No, thank you" You said to him with a smile and the silence was back "I'm Y/N" You said after a few minutes

"Oh, I know" He said with a smirk on his face and you looked at him shocked "I saw you overhearing my conversation with my beloved father" He said in a slight mocking tone "Had to know who you were in case you decided to make his feelings go public. Damage control and stuff, you know? We are a very respectful and loving family after all" His tone was clearly sarcastic and you couldn't help but snort

"I noticed"

"You did..." He agreed but then continued "So, please, keep it to yourself? Apparently we have an image to maintain and I would love not to be publicly recongnized as the disapointment of the Targaryaen House. Not more than I already am" You didn't have to be a genius to recognize the sadness in his voice. He truly believed every word his father had said to him

"Oh, I'm sorry to dissapoint you" You said as you turned to him "But the gossip is already all over My Space profile, can't back down now" You faked grimance and he let out a hard, genuine laugh at the mention of the old platform "Do not laugh, I have a fanbase to maintain" You said laughing as he laughed harder at your joke

"I'm sure you do. Haven't laugh this hard in a while" He said holding his stomach. It wasn't that funny honestly, your joke. You just figured he needed the excuse to laugh "But seriously, please do not post it on Twitter or whatever..."

"Couldn't even if I wanted to" You said to him "I don't have a Twitter account" You said shrugging

"Who doesn't have a Twitter account?!" He exclaimed, surprised at your comment "Let me guess, you are a TikTok Girl?"

"I am clearly and Insta Girl!" You said feigning being hurt as you signal yourself with your hands and he hold up his as a sign of surrender saying sorry "I do have TikTok though, even though I never posted any videos on it" You both laugh and the silence took over one more time

"I'm Aegon" He said after a few minutes and you looked at him "You probably knew that already, just thought I should introduce myself, too" He almost whipered

"It's nice to meet you Aegon" You offered him a smile and he replied with one of his "And, honestly no. I'm new in town so I have absolutely no idea who more than half of the people here are" You said looking over to the party one more time "That includes you and your family I'm afraid"

"Huh... That's actually refreshing" He said more to himself than to you and then turned his whole body to you "Would you like to go somewhere else?"

"What... what do you mean?" You said surprised at the sudden change of subject

"I mean leave the party, we can grab my car and just go...?"

"Hey Aegon!" Someone called him and you both turned to see his brother looking very annoyed and walking to the pair of you "Come on, let's go"

"Dear brother! Don't be rude, I'm talking to my friend here" Aegon said pointing at you. Aemond looked at you from head to toe and rolled his eyes at his brother "Y/N this is Aemond, Aemond Y/N" He introduce the two of you with a big smile and you waved at Aemond not entirely sure how to react. He gave you a quick nod as he turned to Aegon again

"Come on. Hel and mom want to go home and I cannot deal with any other person or their dramas tonight" He said with a heavy sigh turning to leave "You can ask for her number and flirt with her any other day"

"Oh, no no. We are not flirting" You said and stood up too fast puting distance between you and Aegon "I wasn't flirting"

"I know" Ageon calmly reassured you and looked at his brother "Told you she's a friend"

"Yeah, right" Aemond said with a scoff but Aegon hold his gaze "You always have someone new, how am I supposed to know you are not trying to get in her pants? Or skirt" He said looking over to your dress and you suddenly felt very very naked

"Aemond!" Aegon exclaimed as he stood up and face his brother "That is enough"

"Ok... I'm gonna go..." You said as you noticed this was, again, a family thing

"Wait, Y/N" Aegon stopped you "I apologized for my brother" He said giving him a look but Aemond looked bored already "I wasn't trying anything with you, I swear"

"Listen, I just wanted to check on you after... you know" You didn't completed the sentence as you looked over at Aemond not sure if he was supposed to know, but that caght his attention as he turned to look at you "And you are fine, so I'm just gonna leave you two be"

"After what?" Aemond asked but neither of you responded "Aegon, after what? What happened?"

"Father gave me his usual uplifting speach a few hours ago" Aegon said shrugging "You know, the one where he explains in detail how I'm a disgrace to the family and a disappointment. She heard" He pointed at you and you avoided Aemond's gaze "Father is not being very careful on who notices his outbrusts, lately" Aegon finished as he lighted up another cigarette. He noticed the worry on his brother face "I already talk to her, she won't say a thing"

"I'll talk to him" Aemond said not looking at you, as you weren't even part of the conversation. Which made you question if you should intervine or not

"Don't" Aegon sternly said "We do not know how he would react, she could lose her job"

"Wait what...?"

"I don't care! He can't keep doing this..."

"Fuck you Aemond!" You said louder than expected as you walked up to him and both brothers turned to look at you "Fuck you, I do care. It is my job" You hold his gaze for a few seconds. Aemond was in shock you had insulted him while Aegon was smiling broadly "I already told Aegon I wasn't going to say anything. If you don't believe that sound like a you problem. But I will not have my job and career ruined because of a spoiled little boy" It was kind of funny to call him little boy considering he was way taller than you and you were wearing heels at the time

"You tell him, girl" Aegon cheered for you

"I am NOT a little boy" Aemond said closing even more the little space between you two, anger clearly on his face. And from this distance now you could see him better, how blue his eyes were... eye, his right eye was blue. You noticed the difference with the left one, not as bright and turning a little grey. You noticed his pouted lips and his sharp chin, and fuck was he hot. Saddly, he was an idiot you convinced yourself as you tried to hold his gaze again and noticing how his own eyes were scattering your face

"He is a Twitter Boy" Aegon said trying to lighten up the mood and breaking you both from the little bubble

"Of course he is" You said rolling your eyes earning a laugh from Aegon

"What's that supposed to mean?" Aemond said feeling insulted

"You know exactly what it means" You didn't even know what it meant but you weren't letting him have the last word. Aemond open his mouth to speak again but you ignored him as you turned to walk to Aegon "It was nice to meet you, Aegon" You offered him a smile which he returned and with that you were gone. You walked towards your friends trying to ignore the feeling of two pair of eyes looking at your back as you walk away

#hotd #hotd fanfic #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #modern targaryen #modern aemond #modern aemond x reader

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devoureddreaa · 2 months

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diary of a mad black woman

i’m totally not projecting in this /hj. buuuuuut, i love love love the movie: diary of a mad black woman. probably the best piece of fiction tyler perry has created. but, i hope you enjooooy!!

cw: toji is an asshole (mb…), you’re gonna be kind of a bitch too if you squint, relationship issues, infidelity issues (on both sides), an established relationship coming to an end, you’re not getting back with him….. (sorry not sorry), uhh y/n is black woman coded (hii ting at the title). lemme know if i forgot anything !!!!

five long, draining years.

five years ago..you married toji right after you two graduated. don’t worry, your clan didn’t sell you. marrying toji is what you wanted to do. only god knew how bad of a decision you were

toji fushiguro, had his owns dreams and aspirations. ones that most possibly didn’t involve you whatsoever, but you forced yourself into them. the first year was just fine, it was like you were laying on cloud nine.

that was until you were pushed off that cloud.

he moved you away from your home. he wanted to “forget about the past” he said, and leave everything behind. and that included your own family..you didn’t know how long it had been since you last heard their voices. now you were isolated, and that only made things worse cause toji knew what sort of power he had over you now.

you did anything in your power to stay in his vision. whether that was dealing with his manipulative behavior, or even his infidelity..you sticked around.

cause you loved him??

or cause you didn’t have anyone else to go to?

weird, cause then you got kicked out of your own home and he got a divorce. he packed all your shit in a truck and replaced you for some hooker. bet enough booger sugar and lube got her to stay. you drove that truck back over to your grandmothers house…who almost shot you since it was the middle of the night. you got over it after a few months. got a job, made friends, reconnected with family..even your mother, and maybe even found some newfound love.

that’s until toji got injured and he was temporarily paralyzed. the hooker he wanted so badly wanted to leave him for dead, but you..were still legally his wife. so you made the last call.

to keep him alive.

as you sat there, thinking about picking up the pieces of what used to be your life..you realized something. every room in this place that you used to call home held a painful memory for you. even though toji’s suffering…something in you wants him to suffer even more. few months in a divorce can take a person through just as many emotions as five years in a marriage. oh, and you’re starting to feel all of them at once.

but the one that is clear…is rage.

now here you were, in your old home, in the office looking for old bill files for him. while he sat in his wheelchair…quietly.

shuffling through the stake of papers, you started to shake your head. “i don’t see it..”

toji’s head perked up, “you don’t see it?” he repeated, in somewhat of a mocking tone..

“no.”

he scoffed, “you really are good for nothing.” here he goes again. “find my bank statement and get the accountant on the phone.”

you looked up from the stack of papers and looked up at him. into those dead cold eyes, those eyes that used to give you so much love..but now…they just give you a whole lotta hurt.

“then call somebody, anybody and you can leave.” toji motioned down to the wheelchair he was sitting it. “this, is not gonna beat me.”

“oh really?” you’re tone was cold, ice cold. you were watching a grown man, that was fully capable of finding his own bank statements, throw a fit cause you couldn’t find it.

his legs were paralyzed, not his fucking arms.

“yea, and whatchu staring at?”

“you get stabbed in the spine, and you’re still the same.”

“i am who i am, and im gonna die that way. toots.” toji gave you a dirty, damn near disgusting look as he looked you up and down. “i don’t even know why you’re here, i’m not givin’ you shit. matter fact, where are my kids?”

“you done, toji?”

“yknow what bitch, just get out.”

you could feel your jaw clenched up when he said that.

he pinched the bridge of his nose, “i ask you to do one simple thing, and you can even do that after five— get out!”

you dropped the papers that were in your hands, you got up from the rather comfortable leather seat. grabbed your things from off the desk and proceeded to take your exit back home quietly.

but then you stopped.

who the hell is he? the man who hasn’t dont anything but hurt you. and now…you were about to let him keep doing exactly that? keep letting him control you like some toy. nah…that ain’t gon slide. before you could even think about it, your arm swung forward then swung back..the back of your hand connecting with toji’s face.

you turned yourself back around and leaned down to face him, placing your hands on the arm rest of the wheelchair..practically caging him in.

“let me explain something to you.” your tone of voice was sick, nasty. it was damn near like you were spitting pure vemon. “old y/n..is gone. and you will not talk to me like that.”

“now i came here..to help you. but now, i’m here to get even.”

“y/n, you—”

“shut up!” your yell echoed through the quiet home, the rain outside just barely being able to heard over it.

“you want your whore..” you walked over and grabbed the picture of toji and his little hooker..that was framed in a pretty little frame. “and your damn kids?”

you raised your arms up and threw the picture onto the ground, shattering the frame. “do you see what you left me for?!” you bend down and quickly picked up the picture, shoving it in toji’s face.

“this..is what you left me for!”

you started to rip the picture to shreds right in front of him, letting the loose parts fall to the floor. “she didn’t give a damn ‘bout you toji, she told them to let you die.!”

you walked back over by the desk, using your arms to sweep the top of it clean..everything falling on the floor, some of it even breaking.

“and yknow what’s funny? hm?” a condescending smile grew on your face. “i fucking gave you life boy, even though you took it from me.”

you’ve never seen toji so quiet and still before for how long you’ve known, but oh, that didn’t mean you were about to let up. you grabbed a play bat that was sitting on the floor..

“ya kids..your boys.” you swung the plastic bat and hit toji in the head. “i wanted children toji! and had you not been a public sex-stop, we would have them!”

you backed away and anger started to consume you. it showed in your face, your body movement, even in the way your heart was racing. you didn’t know if this felt good or not..

“got me all stressed out, my hair fallin’ out, my weight up ‘n down, can’t keep anything down! two miscarriages! you took life from me, and you never even said ‘i’m sorry’..”

was that it? the end of your rant.

hell nah, you walked out of that office. and you let toji sit there alone for a few days. when you can back it smelt rancid.

“god..” you groaned and covered your nose. walking up behind him. “ya smell like shit.”

you grabbed the handle bars and started to walk, then you started to run towards the bathroom.

“y/n. hell are doing?” toji asked, a bit afraid (that’s a new one.)

you ignored his concerns, barging through the bathroom doors to reveal a tub filled with water and a little bit of bubbles.

“y/n, stop—!”

the wheelchair hit the edge and toji was flipped over into the water. you pushed the wheelchair back and watched him, in silence for a bit.

“bathe him, feed him, clothe him..they say.” you say on the edge of the bathtub just watching him. “what bout me, huh? and jesus, stop lookin’ like an idiot.”

you begin to light a cigarette while toji just laid in the slightly cold water. “you try and..kick me out of our house, and keep me away from our money? hell nah. fuck nah, at that.”

you looked back over to see that toji’s head was started to submerge under the water. you quickly got up, dropped your cigarette in the water, and practically dragged toji back up to the surface.

“remember toji, i was there..when all you had was me.”

you stepped out of the tub and left him there.

later, you both sat at the oddly long dinner table. you on one side, and toji on the other. weird thing was you had a plate with a salad on it, and toji? he didn’t have a thing in front of him.

meanwhile, you were eating like it was the best salad you had ever had.

suddenly, toji had..started to cry? “y/n..”

your eyes perked up, “awe, you hungry?”

maybe he was. but who fucking cared? “hm..maybe you should go into the kitchen and get yourself something to eat then hm?” the smile on your face was brutal

“christina..” toji quietly cried out.

you looked over your shoulder, confused. “christina?!” you looked back over at the pitiful man in front of you..trying to hold back to boiling laughter. “christina’s gone…”

you smiled wildly, “your little tramp didn’t have any money to her so she left.” looking back down at your plate using your fork to pick up for more food. “just like your slut.”

“she packed all her shit, and some of yours toji fushiguro..and went on her merry way.” you started to laugh. “come to think of it..she cleaned out your bank account. all of it!”

“oh, sweetheart, you tried to keep from me? and she ended up taking it all..huh?!” you started to laugh even harder, throwing your head back and slamming your fist on to the table.

this was even better then therapy.

“toji..you are like soooo many men.” you paused to get a good look at him. “you’d rather lay with dogs then make it work with a women.”

“you’re a bitch ass, toji..a coward.”

you forcefully pushed your plate of food, sending it flying across the table towards toji. it ended up landing on his lap and some fell onto the floor. but you sure as hell weren’t gonna pick it up, you got up and went upstairs to go to sleep.

toji ended up getting better, and you let all your anger out on him..later forgiving him. you took that divorce as a blessing, the thing you used to see as curse. he still loved you, but you didn’t love him the same. you didn’t want to be back with him. pain can hurt someone, but it won’t change anybody; and toji is a perfect example of that.

but you? oh you knew better. and anyone that would cross you in the future would learn that.

signed,

a mad black woman.

did it well…and did it good. PLSASE WATXH HIS MOVIE, I LOVE IT!!! anywho coming with the content..smash that like button for more bangers!!! /lhj but, hope you enjoyed!! love you baaaaaaai (if you saw any typos..not you didn’t)

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makabray · 3 months

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some postal dude gender headcanons since someone was interested hehe (i'm mostly talking about p2 here, but these could apply to any of the dudes probably)

trans postal dude is really fascinating to me cause i think he'd be quite a different character from a lot of modern trans rep. like, dude is a (relatively) older guy from from rural arizona, who was likely raised in a fairly conservative and religious household, so i think it's safe to assume that he wouldn't have access to much of the resources or terminology that we have now. growing up, he might've known a little about queer people from word of mouth and the few magazine articles he could find on the topic, but for the most part it was a lot of figuring things out on his own.

his adolescent years were really messy and all over the place, he definitely did a lot of experimentation during that time. a lot of sneaking out of his parent's house after dark to hang out in the back alleys with the other weirdos like him. during this time he was still closeted and figuring things, i don't think he really started presenting and identifying as a guy until his mid 20s when he moved away from his parents, and even then he had to go stealth. though keep in mind that's he's a broke bastard living in the middle of nowhere, so he had to DIY a lot of shit.

surgery of any kind is not an option, so that meant he had to work with what little he had. fortunately for him, he's able to pass fairly well with a sports bra, some rolled up socks, and baggy clothes. it's why he almost never takes off that huge trench coat he's always wearing, aside from it just generally being a source of comfort and pride for him. he also started taking hormones when he moved away from his parents, which i like to think uncle dave helped him acquire (albeit through dubiously legal means).

so maybe dude wouldn't make for "good" trans rep, but he's alive and himself against all odds and that's what i love about this headcanon

for dude, transitioning has its ups and downs. on one hand it's incredibly liberating to dress and act and be the way you've always wanted to, but on the other hand it can be quite lonely and difficult too. dude already has to constantly keep his guard up, constantly be vigilant of the people around him and how he's being perceived, but being one of the few queer people in a small town compounds that even further. plus i imagine that he probably has a lot of complicated feelings about his gender and sexuality that he doesn't really know what to do with on account of being really repressed and all that.

#postal #maka mumbles #i have more thoughts but this is getting really long so i'm gonna end it here #i have many hcs but this is one of my favs #it brings me a great deal of comfort as a queer person who spent a large portion of their life in the conservative south #i also have some art related to this hc i wanna clean up and post sometime... maybe Soon #SORRY IF THIS DOESN'T MAKE MUCH SENSE BTW its late and my brain is kinda scrambled #anyways. yea. i'll stop rambling now

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cupoftaae · 1 year

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Hate To Love You (PJM Drabble )

Summary- you and your ex husband, Yoongi, reunited at one of your mutual friends party. You haven’t spoken to him in years in resentment for his behavior towards you and assumed he despised you just as much, only to find out it’s actually the opposite, despite you being ready to move on when someone unexpectedly shows up….your best friend.

warnings- well its basically a friend hookup thing, minor smut (oral female receiving) (no penetration) sexual tension, swearing, alcohol, mentions of divorce and cheating, angst, sadness

rating- 18+

It was a stupid argument, really

You never guessed it would spark the conversation that would months later be the result of your divorce with Yoongi.

"you are just always at work, and I understand-"

"you cant get upset with me for working, y/n, who the hell would pay for all the bills?" he scoffed, sitting at the desk in his recording studio.

taken back, you decided to defend yourself against your husbands sudden coldness.

"I work too, thank you very much"

"you work two days a week in an office"

"so?" you stood, beginning to grow annoyed "I still make money and pay for half the shit we own"

He laughed, seemingly amused at your efforts, "you dont have the pressure to make said money, y/n, and plus, our jobs, our lives arent...."

"arent what? yoongi?"

He sighed, "dont you have higher aspirations for yourself? rather than working twice a week?" he looked over, quick to defend his statement before you flipped out,

"I know you work, y/n, but you cant compare our schedules....I hope you see what im trying to say?"

Scoffing, you paced around, you felt insulted. You didnt have the pressures of being a musician, sure, however you still had to take on the pressures of being a woman, wife, the maid, the chef, the doggy daycare worker, the therapist, etc etc because the list can go on for hours

You sensed the conversation took a turn in a direction you had not been aiming for, your objective was to kindly seek more time off with your husband considering your 4 year anniversary was coming up, and he took it and did a 360.

It didnt get better, either, because this exact conversation would end up becoming the topic every time you argued, and in a short amount of time it quickly got heated.

"Yeah, you are probably off somewhere between her legs, because wouldnt you fucking love that yoongi??" you threw your water bottle at him as he stood at the doorway of your bedroom, he watched you intensely

"I told you, I had to stay late tonight, I fucking texted!" he defended

"you are telling me you were in that fucking office until 3am? okay..."

He brushed his hair back in disbelief, "yes, if you dont believe me, text hoseok"

"Let me see your phone then" you spoke up after a few moments

"what?" he scoffed

"phone, let me see it"

".....y/n, you dont trust me?" he seemed genuinely upset at this, putting his guard down

"no, I dont"

"that girl who works as an intern has never even spoken to me, you think im off having sex with her??" he snapped

You shrugged, keeping your arms crossed, "I dont really know what to think anymore yoongi, you keep disappointing me, we keep disappointing each other, it seems."

He glared at you, trying to read your face, you were serious. "well then what are we doing this for?"

You bit the inside of your cheek and shrugged again, shaking your head and looking down, "I dont know."

and thats exactly how one week later, you showed up at his job with the divorce papers, slamming them on his desk silently.

And thats what leads us here tonight, at Namjoons house party exactly a year and a half later.

The divorce was never finalized, never made legal, he put it off until you threw your hands up and moved out, and if anyone asked- you were a divorced woman, no long a Min.

You swore you would never trust him again, never him creep back into your life in the same way he always tried. you were done, over him, even.

But God, did it strike the deepest nerve in your system when you saw him sitting on the couch, his arm draped around some other girls waist while he chatted with friends.

You watched, leaning against some crowded doorway with a half drunk cup of liquor in your hand.

"bored?"

you looked to your left to see your friend Jimin pop up next to you, almost scaring you.

"jesus, jimin" you sighed, turning your body away from yoongi to look at the boy in front of you.

"seems like you are not having fun, we can change that" he smiles and holds up another expensive bottle of alcohol, making you groan.

"rather not have a hangover tomorrow" you frowned and looked back at yoongi, Jimin noticed.

"hey, whos that hes with?" he asked, following your gaze to the crowded couch in the other room.

"no idea..." you exhale, turning back to jimin with a sad look.

"oh my god" he froze

"what?"

"dont tell me"

you tilted your head in confusion "tell you what?"

He began to smile, laughing almost "you are jealoussss"

You scoffed, nudging his shoulder "no-im not. we arent married anymore I dont give a shit what he does"

"seems like you do, though" he smirked

your face fell into your hands before shoving him teasingly, something that caught yoongi's eyes as he gazed across the room at your back facing him. You were talking to another guy.

"I know you guys arent even divorced legally" he whispered

"what? yes we are!"

"yoongi spilled the beans...no you arent"

You frowned, crossing your arms. "that motherfucker."

"he was drunk and was going on a whole tangent about how he refused to sign the papers and what not...tried to like, push it back as much as he could"

You shook your head "when was this?"

"like a week ago, when I mentioned you would be at the party"

"Jimin we havent even talked in over a year....pretty sure he blocked me, why the hell would he care?"

He shrugged and looked back at the couch, surprised to see Yoongi looking already at the two of you.

"I dont know...but something tells me he cares a lot more than you think"

"dont be cryptic and ominous" you rolled your eyes, "what do you know that I dont? what did he tell you? be honest" you pleaded

"listen" he half smiled, "all im saying is that you two had known eachother for 8 years before getting married, then you were together for 4 more years, I dont think that kind of connection suddenly falters you know?"

"no-I dont know, I know nothing at all"

"ok well you are impossible to talk to, also- you suck at taking hints" jimin teased before turning to walk away, "oh, and by the way, hes been staring at you for the past few minutes"

You froze and turned your body slowly, jumping when you realized Yoongi had gotten up from his distant seat, and was now right behind you.

"holy fuck" you gasped, putting a hand over your heart.

He didnt say anything, his casual blank emotion plastered over his face as his hands fell into his pockets. "hi" he mumbled

"hello?" you scoffed, "you scared the shit out of me to say 'hi'?"

he slightly smiled, "yes"

you glared at him before walking past, directing yourself to the kitchen, he followed behind, unable to help his gaze trail from your back, down to your ass-the dress you chose to wear tonight definitely suited your figure.

"why are you following me? are you lost?" you sarcastically mumbled, turning away to grab some of the crackers that were next to the snack trays, softly nibbling onto them.

"what were you and jimin talking about?"

"oh please" you laughed, turning to see him, "this is why you are talking to me? for the first time in a year? to discuss jimin?"

he nods.

"hes in the other room, heard he is single, your hair is nice-you might have a chance" you joked coldly, wishing you could run away right now.

he released an airy laugh, leaning against the counter as he waited for the random person in the room to leave before speaking, "You look nice"

You raised an eyebrow, "...thanks...you do too i guess?"

"im just complimenting you, didnt have any mal intent behind it" he gazed at you "its not like we are strangers, you know"

"i know" you mumbled, continuing to eat the dry ass crackers.

He sighed and looked around the kitchen, grabbing a drink for himself.

"dont you have some girl to entertain, why are you sitting in here with me?"

He laughed, "you have not changed at all"

"whats that mean?" you asked defensively

"i mean, we havent spoken in so long and you still only care about if other girls are getting into my pants" he smirked, taking a sip of his drink.

son of a bitch.

"I dont care! also-dont need to know!" you pressed your lips together tightly.

He sat silently, watching you

"stop staring at me, freak" you sighed, knowing you could just walk away but somehow didnt choose to.

"you know your mouth is gonna get dry from all those crackers" he spoke calmly.

"i can handle my own, thank you" you spoke, putting down the stack of crackers in your hand.

He smirked and walked over, tipping your chin up to press his cup of alcohol to your lips, giving you a sip, "there you go"

You stared wide eyed at him before taking a step back, wiping your mouth. "what do you think youre doing?" you bit

“Socializing. It’s a party, no?” He raised a brow, pulling back a little

“Go socialize somewhere else, you’re in my personal bubble” you fixed your hair and tried to calm your breathing before once more pushing past him, walking into the other room.

He snickered and took another shot before catching one of his friends and striking up a conversation.

“How’d it go?” Jimin suddenly popped up next to you, scaring you again.

“You need a fucking bell”

“Sorry” he giggled, standing next to you against the wall.

“Literally nothing happened, he is still the same snappy person he’s always been” you spoke, eyes trailing over across the room to see yoongi speaking with his friends. The purple lighting of the party reflected onto his long black hair and pale skin, no one could deny his beauty, especially when he smiled.

Jimin noticed, a softer smile peaking up onto his lips, “do you want me to go speak to him for you?”

You immediately shook your head, crossing your arms as you tried to change your glances at someone else, eyes shooting onto Nayeon who was 2 seconds away from making out with jungkook.

“Get a room” you whisper

Jimin laughed, “rather quick to the point”

“Jimin shut up” you whined, “I wasn’t talking about you! I was talking about-“

“Wait” he perked

“What??”

Jimin giggled mischievously and looked back at yoongi before looking back at you, “just be honest, you still have feelings for him, huh?”

“No!”

He raised his eyebrows

“Jimin-“

“Admit it! It’s okay!”

You sigh and cover your face, “jimin….of course I do….I just can’t stand who he is now. I fell in love with the old him, before everything came crashing down…I have to remember that’s not him anymore”

He smiled gently, rubbing your shoulder “he has changed”

“No he hasn’t, and it took less than 5 minutes of banter to figure that out”

“Y/n, he still….” He stopped himself from talking, realizing it might not be his place to say.

“What? He still what?” You inquired

“Nothing…”

“Jimin.”

“He may or may not have feelings im not sure I can’t remember”

Your eyes widened before relaxing “yeah no, he was flirting with other girls like a few minutes ago”

“Mmm….maybe he was trying to get you jealous”

You rolled your eyes at his words

“I saw we give payback”

“What….?”

He smirked, “cmon, pretend to be up all on me or something, he’s looking, he will get jealous”

You laughed, “I don’t think he will believe the fact that I’m interested in you”

He pretended to be offended

“Hey, you’re cute but we are friends and have been since diapers, I don’t see us like-“

“God you complicate everything, just…follow me” Jimin sighed, taking your hand and throwing yoongi a quick glance before leading you up the stairway behind you.

You followed along, trying to see what Yoongi’s reaction was as you crawled upstairs, he seemed annoyed, eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

Jimin led us into a room and shut the door, a smile on his face as he searched for the light switch.

“It’s dark” you whispered, “we didn’t actually have to hide in the room you know, we could have just sat in the hallway until he came up for me”

“Whatever, if we are playing the part we do it right” he mumbled, still scanning the wall with his hands trying to find the switch. “I can’t find it”

“Whatever” you huffed, sitting behind the door and tucking your knees to your chest. You don’t know who’s room your in, the only light noticeable is the moons reflection peaking in from the windows.

“You ok?” He whispered, finding a spot next to you.

“I don’t know” you shrugged, “I just….wish I never showed up to this party, and I wish you never told me yoongi still has feelings for me”

He felt suddenly guilty, “I’m sorry”

“It’s okay, I think …despite me still having ‘feelings’ for him, I just need to be away from yoongi. I fell in love with him years ago, he was so different and family oriented….he has changed so much and I can’t submit myself to that just because it’s him, and I’m attached”

He nodded, taking your hand “I understand”

You tried to even your breaths in fear of crying, “he treated me badly, and I did the same to him, we don’t work together and I refuse to try again just because he thinks it’ll be good for us”

“That’s reasonable, y/n, you can make your own decisions, im sorry if I put you in an uncomfortable situation”

“It’s not your fault Jimin, if you weren’t here I wouldn’t have even come to this dumb party anyways” you slightly smile

“Hey, I’m always here for you” he raised his hand in a fist bump, where you happily reciprocated.

“Thank you, I’m here for you too Jimin”

He hummed softly “do you wanna go back downstairs?”

You thought for a moment, “not really….I might head home soon anyways, you can go back though”

He shook his head “nah, I’ll chill with you until you decide to go”

“Really? You don’t have to, I know you have many possible girls and boys downstairs for you to entertain” you giggled

“Eh…”

“You’re like the number one flirt, don’t tell me there’s no one at this party that has hookup potential”

He sat for a moment, looking down at his knees as he quickly tried to wipe the smile off his face “mm…nope”

“I doubt that” you snicker

He shrugged, an eyebrow raised as he kicked his feet out straight in front of him, arms in his lap.

“I don’t know if I would hook up with anyone here, yoongis friends are okay looking but the idea of doing it with anyone associated with him just grosses me out”

You both giggled as he nodded “nah that’s reasonable, I almost hooked up with one of his studio friends and then I found out he literally had a girlfriend”

“What!??” You looked at him despite the dark room making it difficult to see his face

He nodded shamelessly “yup” he popped his mouth at the “p”

“It probably would have been bad sex anyway” he couldn’t help but laugh at himself

“I mean yeah, not to talk shit but yoongi and I usually didn’t have the best chemistry with shit like that, must be the studio guy genre” you joked

“Really?? He looks like walking sex, you’re telling me it sucked?” Jimin questioned

“It didn’t suck necessarily but….I don’t know I don’t wanna talk behind his back”

“No no no tell me” Jimin giggled “because a few months before you got “divorced” he was preaching about how good he was to you in the bedroom”

“He was discussing me in front of all his male friends?….”

“Nothing graphic, that’s all he said is that he knew how to satisfy a girl” he shrugged in defense

You rolled your eyes “yeah….sure yoongi.”

Jimin laughed

“He…god this is embarrassing…I wouldn’t even finish most times, and I had to fake it”

“No way” he seemed genuinely shocked

“Yeah, maybe I faked it a little too good, striked his ego up and shit” you giggled, hiding your face.

“So you’ve never had an orgasm?”

“Oh I’ve had a few, but like it was always 50/50, I never knew if it was gonna be a good time or not you know”

He nodded, taking in the information as you spoke.

“But whatever..” you sighed, leaning your head against the door. “We should probably head downstairs”

He sighed, looking at you as you began to stand to your feet, he stood too. “We don’t have too”

“Well what else is there to do?” You giggle “we can’t sit in the room forever, it’s pretty late too”

He looked at you as best he could

“I could give you an orgasm” He calmly spoke like it was no big deal

Your eyes shot wide open, “w-what??”

He shrugged, silently

“What did you say?” Your voice was startled

“ I said I could give you an orgasm, if you want one”

“Um….Jimin you are my friend” you whispered

“I know, I just feel bad after hearing about the yoongi thing, and I want to make it up for you”

You tried to not freak out at the fact your best friend calmly asked if he could make you cum.

You bit your lip, “uh…”

“We don’t have to do anything” he gently waved his hand “it’s just a sudden horny suggestion”

You softly giggled, looking at your feet.

“Wouldn’t it be kinda, I don’t know, odd?”

“Not really I guess, I mean I always thought you were hot”

You blushed, feeling suddenly overwhelmingly shy.

“Do you think I’m attractive?”

You bit your lip nervously.

It would be a lie to say you’ve never thought about Jimin like this, which is why it’s such a shock that it was randomly happening in some random persons bedroom at Namjoons party.

“Yes” you breathed out

Jimin smiled “then…the offer stands” he begins to walk towards the door before you gently hold his arm and stop him.

“Jimin”

He looked back, a soft expression as he waited for you to finish speaking.

“Make me forget” you whispered after a few silent moments, your faces close together as he began to smile slightly.

“Are you sure?” His voice was low and quiet

You nod slowly

“We don’t have to, you seemed unsu-”

“I’m sure” you began, “I’m just kinda in shock that it’s actually happening”

He giggled “you’re cute…come here” he gently held your hips in his hands, your heart racing faster than it ever has as he pushed you softly against the door.

Jimin finger raised to his mouth, “quiet, mm?”

You nod, already feeling breathless before his lips suddenly crash into yours, taking any air out of your lungs.

Your hands flew to his hair, pressing him against you as much as possible. “Mm” he moaned against your lips, the vibrations sending straight to your core.

He didn’t fail to notice your red, blushed face even in such a dark room. “You okay” he quietly panted, pulling back a little

“I-I’m okay, that was nice”

“Good” he laughed, returning his lips to yours for a quick peck before trailing down your jaw and neck, so slowly that you felt you were going to explode.

He had you trapped against the door and his body, Jimins warmth only stimulating you more.

“This okay..?” He whispered, pulling his lips away from your cleavage as he fell to his knees, arms softly trailing your sides.

“Yes jimin, it’s okay”

“You trust me?”

“Mm” you nod, feeling his fingers at the hem of your dress, thighs tingling. “I trust you”

With that- jimin gently folded up the bottom half of your dress, exposing your laced red underwear, he felt prideful in seeing the slight wet mark that had dampened them. He went against mentioning it in fear of embarrassing you, rather instead keeping the image in his head that he was able to do such thing to you.

“I can take these off? They are so pretty” he whispered, looking back up at you

“Yeah you can….” You bit your bottom lip, trembling slightly

His fingers delicately hooked into the hem of your underwear, slowly pulling them down while making sure you were still okay with his actions.

“Tell me to stop and I will, okay baby?”

The pet name had you almost moaning, you found the strength to nod, “o-okay”

“God….so perfect” you mumbled to himself once he caught a glance of your dripping core, he’s never seen anything like it.

Jimin took a breath after tossing your underwear to the side, his hands climbing up your thighs as he encouraged you to part them for him, his two fingers gently exploring your folds, pressing against your clit, making you gasp.

“Oh-” you pressed your lips together and leaned your head back against the door behind you, knowing that there are possible people on the other side who might hear.

He was in amazement at how wet you were, the soft squelch sound was the only audible noise in the entire room, making your cheeks red.

You tried to thrust your hips a little to silently plea for what you wanted, his eyes raised up to you

“Use your voice, tell me what you need”

“Jimin….” You whispered, his fingers still slowly rubbing your bud. “Your m- ah…your mouth please”

You wanted to fall into the floor as you heard how needy your voice had become for your friend, but one look at his shit eating grin and suddenly you reminded yourself he was enjoying this just as much as you.

“Okay baby, remember, be quiet yeah?”

You nod and close your eyes, preparing for what was to come.

The moment you felt jimins plump lips reach your core, your arched your back away from the door, moaning softly “oh shit, jimin” a hand reached down to rest atop his head.

“Mm taste so good” his voice was pressed against you, the vibration only stimulating you more. “Here baby” he pulled away a little, helping you lift a leg and throw it over his shoulder so you hadn’t lost your balance while standing.

His tongue resumed to your clit, sucking and swiping through the wet folds, savoring the flavor that was you

“Oh…fuck jimin!!” You whined, throwing a hand over your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut, “it’s so good”

Jimin brought up the hand that wasn’t holding your leg, tracing it up your thigh before pressing a finger into you, the wetness making it easy for him to slide in.

He groaned, “oh shit”

Your mouth had fallen into a small o shape, the pressure of his one finger turned into two, and before you knew it, he was curling them upwards and around, searching for your g-spot

“J-jimin!” Your hand clutched his hair, he only smirked before returning his lips to your swollen clit, sucking vigorously as if it was his sole mission in life to make you cum all over him.

You suddenly moaned out loud, mentally cursing yourself for the volume, he knew in that moment that his skilled fingers had found your frontal wall perfectly, he continued to press into that spot quickly as the wet sound between your legs got louder and messier, tongue lapping at it all.

“Jimin im gonna cum, oh god, oh god” you whispered, squirming your hips a little so you were quite practically riding his face.

He silently encouraged you, the hand holding your leg up began to softly rub into your skin, giving your permission to let go.

“Fuck!!” Your vision suddenly turned white with one last thrust against your g-spot, you tried to balance yourself before you felt jimin help you keep still, “shit” your voice was shaky as the orgasm ripped through your body aggressively, his fingers swiping between you to gather your slick, licking them off in front of you.

“How was that?” He panted, pulling your dress down as he stood

He gave you a moment to catch your breath, “that was….so….oh my god”

He laughed, reaching down to pick up your underwear “I’ll take it was nice?”

“Absolutely”

“Good” he smirked, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Here” he whispered, giving you back your undergarments.

“No no” you smiled, taking them and putting it into his pant pocket

“Oh?” He raised a cocky brow, “does this mean I qualify for a second round?”

You smirked “do you have plans this weekend?”

“I can clear them” he spoke quickly, making you laugh

“Ok…let’s go before people get suspicious” you whisper, trying to quickly make yourself presentable as if he didn’t just suck the life out from between your legs.

He nodded and helped you fix your dress more before opening the door, both of your eyes following over to yoongi who stood on the other side of the hall, watching you.

“Oh fuck”

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frazzledsoul · 1 month

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Probably preaching to the choir here, but I find the constant revisionism regarding Christopher Hayden's sporadic attempts at fatherhood rather frustrating.

I often see his fans argue that Lorelai "kept Rory away from him and refused to let him participate" and that "she made it uncomfortable for him." But did she? She declined his marriage proposal because he was uninterested in Rory from the beginning. She left home and moved thirty minutes away, worked her way up to a middle-class life, and made it clear he was free to do whatever the fuck he wanted. We're told he calls Rory every week (I find this unconvincing, but whatever), he sees her on holidays, he knows how to find Rory and Lorelai when he finally visits them 14-15 years after they move there. It sure doesn't sound like Lorelai hid her away and didn't tell Christopher where they lived or refused to allow him to visit her. Not to mention that we are explicitly told in season 1 that she's "always held the door open to her, you just never wanted to use it" and he agrees.

The other thing she tells Rory in that S1 episode is that "he's going to come and go as he pleases, hon, you know that." Contrary to the belief that she kept Rory away from him, she actually is super accommodating any time he wants to show up and contribute and she never rebukes him for all the times he didn't feel like it. She doesn't appear to ever ask him for money or criticize him for being a bad dad and of course, she keeps sleeping with him any time he does anything half-decent. She's raised Rory to think that it's inevitable he's going to treat them like crap and only show up when it's convenient for him and that they can never be mad at him or hold it against him because she didn't marry him when he offered so long ago. The idea that he had a responsibility to Rory regardless of whether Lorelai was willing to be in a relationship with him is not a reality in their world. It doesn't help that both sets of grandparents seem to blame the entire situation on Lorelai and don't expect Christopher to contribute in any way.

And of course, Christopher doesn't really care about Rory. He's mostly eager to act like a dad when there are cracks in Lorelai's relationship with Luke and he senses an opportunity to get in her pants (he usually succeeds at this). Once that opportunity goes away, he disappears. He drops out of Rory's life once Gigi is born. He doesn't appear to be in contact with her after he and Lorelai divorce until it's time for her graduation. After Lorelai stops talking to him once she reconciles with Luke in the post-OS period, he stops talking to Rory, too. Even the offer to pay for the second half of Rory's college education only comes when he inherits a bunch of money he didn't earn and offers to buy *Lorelai* anything she wants until Rory reorients his offer towards something practical. Rory is a means to get to Lorelai and not much more. And of course, we know from AYITL that he sends Gigi away to her mother eventually as well, giving up on her too.

This is not to say that Lorelai always behaves perfectly. She avoids telling Rory about Christopher requesting to make holiday plans with her for a few days and she does a lot to poison Rory against Christopher/Sherry in S3 because SHE'S mad at him for rejecting her and Rory feels she has to take her side. Still, I don't feel this is equal to all of Christopher's neglect and at any rate Rory is a big girl now, a legal adult, and can develop a relationship with her dad beyond her mom if she wants. Christopher doesn't appear to be terribly interested.

(Oh, and the aforementioned S2/S3 behavior is why you shouldn't be best friends with your daughter, as it's inevitable that your hurt feelings will get in the way of what's best for her and her relationship, however frayed, with her other parent. That is another topic, though).

In the end, all this does have a profound effect on Rory. She's often submissive in her relationships (especially with Dean) and lets problems fester instead of dealing with them because that's what's been modeled for her. She also regularly cheats with old boyfriends because her parents taught her that you always have a claim on your first love and that overrides whatever commitment you're currently making. And of course, in the AYITL era she seems to have copied his life patterns a bit too much, as she's got no real incentive to change at this point.

Lorelai wasn't too hard on him. She was way too easy on him and put up with too much of his shit over the years, and that had its own reverberations. Both Lorelai and Rory should have been allowed to be angry at him for his neglect. It never happened.

#unoriginal thoughts #anti christopher hayden #lorelai gilmore #rory gilmore #gilmore girls

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By music! Question, I was looking for a Drabble you wrote and post, I think it was a WIP about havenfall is for family, about hisashi’s will and how Izuku wouldn’t get anything if he transition or something and I was wondering if you could help me find it?

Inko had been the first to fall for Hisashi’s charm but she hadn’t been the last by far. Sitting in the small police station that Sherriff Hunt had escorted her, Izuku and Mr. Smith to, she figured Martha probably hadn’t been the last either.

“It fits his usual antics.” Inko said tiredly. “The only reason I stuck around was because he’d actively sabotaged my college career and had a lot of money. Leaving would have ruined me even with evidence of him cheating which three of his girlfriends had given me.”

“A real piece of work,” Sherrif Hunt said in disgust. She paused to look at Izuku who was lost in his own world with Inko’s phone and headphones.

“He’s looking up local heroes.” Inko explained. Hunt looked interested, eyes twinkling.

“Really? Does he know any English? My Japanese is rusty, and I’d like to talk about heroes.”

“He knows a fair amount.” Inko smiled as the sherriff easily drew Izuku away. Far enough he couldn’t hear but close enough Inko could see. She was a good woman, Inko could tell.

“Alright so, Hisashi left you and Izuku everything,” Mr. Smith didn’t beat around the bush. “His funeral was last week, but you didn’t come due to…”

“Izuku’s classmates thought it would be funny to push him down the stairs and he broke his arm and leg,” Inko said shortly. The lawyer stared at her in open mouth shock. Inko noticed that the Sherrif seemed to have stiffened briefly to. Enhanced hearing probably. “One of the parents at least felt bad enough to get a relative with a healing Quirk in but it took a while.”

“Oh…” Mr. Smith swallowed. “Okay, so, it makes sense why you’re staying here for a while.”

“Just a few years to handle Hisashi’s affairs so I can arrange to move to a new place in Japan. The house he and his mother lived in is still good, correct?” Inko asked.

“It is.” Mr. Smith nodded. He made a note on some paper he’d taken from his briefcase. “Izuku will inherit a large sum as long… as…” he trailed off. Inko sighed.

“Izuku declared he was a boy when he was four and I never denied him that. Perhaps he’s a little to young for it, I don’t know. Don’t ask me how gender works. I don’t see any harm in letting him explore pronouns and his identity. Maybe he’ll decide otherwise.” Inko sighed. “What did Hisashi put?”

“Izuku cannot go on hormone blockers and has to have a kid.”

“That sounds illegal.” Inko said instantly.

“It actually is thanks to certain laws in Japan.” Mr. Smith told her. “Here in the states it’s still legal so I believe he thought he could do that. However as most of his assets are in Japan…”

“He couldn’t.” Inko let out a breath of relief. “And you didn’t say anything?”

“Told him Japanese law makes that condition null but he ignored me.” Mr. Smith shrugged. “Not my problem.” The rest of the meeting was just discussing the assets. It was a fair amount of money, enough Inko could go back to college herself to finally get that literature degree she’d always wanted and not work until Izuku was in his teens. And Izuku could be well off as an adult himself. And that was just the liquid assets.

“How many houses did he have?” Inko wondered. There were four in America and two in Japan. Along with multiple sets of art and other goods. “Please tell me he wasn’t a villain.”

“Oh no, just shady,” Mr. Smith said. The meeting continued with Inko agreeing to have some companies clean out the houses and sell them, including the ones in Japan as Inko wanted to arrange a new home for her and Izuku. Without memories of her ex-husband.

Some days were better then others concerning him. She missed the man she thought he’d been; the funny and kind man who swept her off her feet when she was young. Who took her dancing and who promised to love her.

The cracks had appeared when she was twenty-five but she didn’t fully notice them until she was pregnant. When Hisashi knew she wouldn’t leave, because she didn’t have a job or any education. Izuku became her whole world and he used it against her.

Inko would never regret her son. Izuku was her pride and joy, a beautiful little boy. But Hisashi knew what buttons to press. It just got worse when Izuku got his diagnosis.

(She hated that word. Diagnosis, like being Quirkless was a terminal illness meant to kill him. It wouldn’t kill Izuku.

Society would. It already tried when he got shoved down the stairs. It tried when Inko had to fight to get anyone to care. When Mitsuki tried to convince Inko that Katsuki had nothing to do with it, when the woman was so obtuse to her son’s actions that she ignored Inko’s worry. When Mitsuki kept defending Katsuki even when proof came out.

When Inko tried to believe Katsuki apologized only to find Izuku sobbing because the blonde had burned Izuku’s arm due to ‘making auntie side against him’. Inko told Katsuki off and she realized how little anyone had seen her son as a person.

All highly illegal and Inko walked away after setting the police on Aldera and the Bakugou family. She blocked them all.)

Inko hadn’t been a saint when she’d learned Izuku didn’t have a Quirk. She’d gone through the motions and had a pity party until she snapped out of it when Izuku came home with tears in his eyes because he got told by a teacher he’d end up on a street corner.

He was five. Inko hated it took that single act of cruelty to wake her up. Hisashi hadn’t been woken up, but he’d been decent enough to keep up the facade.

#bnha #bnha au #havenfall is for lovers #Havenfall is for family #I’ll edit this #thoughts changed and all that #for this au #but here

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robmacz · 7 months

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My Friend Eric

Part 1

I locked my apartment door for the final time and bent down to pick up the final box to be taken to the car. There were just three boxes in all, which now contained everything that had been my life. The rest of it had been sold and the apartment would soon be gone too in order to pay my legal fees. I walked down the corridor for the last time and then down the stairs where Ron, the doorman was waiting to say goodbye. I shook his hand and gave him $100. He thanked me profusely and looked at me with pity. I said nothing and I turned to walk out of the door. Outside Eric was putting the two other boxes into the trunk of the car. I looked over to him and wondered how this once scrawny looking teenager had turned into such a hot guy. And it virtually happened without me even noticing. He walked towards me to take the other box. He was wearing a charcoal grey suit, crisp white shirt with navy tie, and tasselled loafers with black socks on his feet. His thick head of dark brown hair now had flecks of grey, but this only added to his attractiveness. Oh, why had I not seen it before? Maybe things would have turned out differently.

Eric and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. We met in the second year of high school, when his family moved to town. He was a small kid back then, though he is still only 5'9" now. But it wasn't just his height. He was just one of those kids that seemed small. I was much taller for my age, always have been, and even then, quite athletic, competing in the pool and track and field. I first got talking to him one evening when we were both in detention for something or other. Just the two of us and we had to clear the litter from the school field after it had been used for a football game, and the visiting team's supporters had left a load of garbage behind. I guess we hit it off right there, because Eric has been my best friend ever since. He's been the one to look out for me, especially after my parents divorced and my mom moved away and my dad’s drinking got worse. I don't speak to either of them now. Eric is pretty much all I have left. He took the final box from me, put it in the trunk and shut the tailgate.

'Thanks for taking care of this stuff for me'.

'It's not a problem, Robbie, and it will be here when you get out'.

'Whenever that may be'.

He hugged me, and that was the reassurance I needed to get through the next few hours and days. It was what he always did when I was in trouble, which was quite often. He was always the sensible one, helping me get out of scrapes and putting my life back together. He was hot for me back in high school. I knew that, but I had never been interested in him. Though looking at how he looked now, I shouldn't have been so dismissive. I wasn't openly gay, not until I got to College, though to be honest Eric has never really come out. He's dated men of course, but never really flaunted his sexuality, and no one has ever seemed to ask. I guess they just all knew.

'We'd better get going' he said.

He got in and sat behind the wheel and I walked around to the passenger door. I took a last look at my building and got in. He started up the engine and we drove off. It wasn't a long trip, just twenty minutes or so before we arrived at the court building. I knew there would be some media interest, but hoped that by getting there early it would be minimal. I was lucky. The local TV news reporters had only just arrived and had not properly set up their equipment as we walked up the steps of the building. They shouted questions at me, but I ignored them and kept on walking. Eric followed a few paces behind.

Once in the building we got ourselves some coffee, probably the last Cappuccino I'd have in a very long time, and found a corner to sit and await my lawyer. He turned up about thirty minutes later and ran through what would happen at the sentencing hearing.

'I just wish I could get it over with'. I said.

'I know, but the wheels of justice turn slowly. I just want you to be prepared for all possible outcomes. It will be a shock whatever the sentence'.

It was another hour before my lawyer told me it was time to go. I'd already been to the bathroom about half a dozen times, I was that nervous. As I stood up, Eric straightened my tie. He had carefully prepared my clothes for the day, even buying me a new shirt and tie the day before. I hadn’t even considered what I was going to wear, but he had said I had one final chance to make a good impression. He had even taken my suit trousers to be pressed and shined my best Oxford shoes to make me look the professional I once was for one final time.

We walked into the courtroom; it was packed. There were reporters and there were some of the people who had testified against me, together with other victims of 'my crimes'. I followed my lawyer to the desks at the front just opposite the Judge's bench. Eric sat in the front row immediately behind me. It was several more minutes before the bailiff called for us all to rise. A hush fell upon the court room and the judge, who had presided over my trial, walked in to take his seat.

The judge asked the prosecuting and defence counsels if they wished to make any final remarks. My lawyer got up and made what I thought at least was a compelling case for leniency. I hoped the judge would weigh that more heavily than the prosecutor's push for the most severe sentence available. Eventually the judge banged his gravel and asked for the defendant to rise. I stood and so did my lawyer. My heart was in my mouth.

'I have taken note of the statement made by your lawyer that you were not the lead person responsible for defrauding hundreds of people out of their savings. But you were a partner in the firm and as such you bear responsibility for what has happened. I have read statements of the victims and they detail clearly how your crimes have impacted upon them. What may have been a mere money-making exercise for you was devastating for them. Many will now lead significantly poorer lives from now on. I therefore sentence you to be incarcerated for thirty years to life in the state penitentiary. Bailiff, will you please take the defendant into custody'.

I turned to my lawyer. ‘Life! Did he just say life?'.

As I was speaking a cheer went up from a section of those watching the proceedings and at the same time I felt my hands being pulled behind me and handcuffs snapping round my wrists. The bailiff's strong hand was now on my arm guiding me out of the door to the side of the courtroom. I looked round at Eric, who was staring right back at me and before I knew anything else I was out of the court room, the door had shut behind me and the noise had gone, to be replaced by just the sound of shoes, mine and the bailiff’s, walking along a tiled floor.

It all happened so quickly, I was disorientated, but the words of the judge were still ringing in my ears. 'Thirty years to life'. I was expecting bad news, my lawyer thought I would be lucky to get less than ten and he thought probably fifteen, but life! We were moving through more doors now, each looking a little more secure than the last, before we entered the holding area. I knew what this place was, I had been here before. And I was heading straight to a holding cell. A small cage with just enough room to stand up in, while they figured out where I was being sent to. Sure enough the duty officer told the guy who still had a vice like grip on my arm to put me in number eight. We turned a corner and walked past other holding cells, some empty, others containing guys like me wearing a suit, who had just been sentenced. Others were in the black and white stripes of the county jail. They were the unlucky ones who hadn't got bail. But hey! I guessed my luck had just run out.

The bailiff opened the cell door and pushed me in. There was just a tiny, butt-sized bench to sit on, nothing more. The door slammed shut and I was in a cage, handcuffed and no longer in control of my life. I sat down and tried to calm myself, and it was then I noticed how hard I had become. Handcuffs usually did that to me. I remembered the first time I had experienced them nearly twenty years before.

To be continued…

#arrest #jail #prison

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lorehead · 10 months

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Hello! I hope you’re having a good day ^^ I was hoping to hear some headcanons on how you think Gojo, Megumi and Tsumiki function as a family unit? Gojo was literally like a teen dad to two kids — 🥀

:O yessss I get brainworms from these three, thank you for the first request!!

SLIGHT SPOILER WARNINGS FOR TOJI FUSHIGURO, Anime only’s beware. And [monkey covering eyes emoji] this is all set before Tsumiki's coma

Ok, before we get into everything I want to take a moment to think about what Tsumiki was going through this whole time.

Girl got a step dad and step brother, a baby Megumi, who she wasn’t related to by blood. Her step dad is constantly disappearing for long periods of time. His new wife, Tsumiki’s mom, is someone we don’t know much about in canon. What we do know is that both she and Toji “disappeared” a year before Gojo took them in.

Tsumiki is described to be kind, but she was most definitely wary at first. She spends a year raising her little brother, probably stressing about their finances and having to figure out how to pick up the slack as an elementary student, and suddenly her younger brother appears with a strange man (teen!) who’s offering to adopt them.

Tsumiki’s kindness is not naivety, she’s looking out for her little brother and Gojo is VERY suspicious looking.

Since Toji wasn’t the definition of stable, she probably has some issues with feeling secure in her living arrangement

Onto the actual family dynamic and HCs!! Mostly Tsumiki-centric towards the end because she deserves the world

Gojo is trying to give Megumi a childhood and treats him very sillily, while Megumi is trying in his own subtle way to look after Tsumiki, and Tsumiki is still trying to figure out who the fuck the strange young grandpa is in their house and how to look after her brother.

I imagine the two kids had a bit of food insecurity after the year alone, so Gojo had to figure out how to prove to them that they were safe and he wasn’t leaving. This was difficult, considering his schedule of missions and getting his teaching license

The schedule of that first year was a mess, with making sure that the siblings had their needs met and that Gojo wasn’t traumatizing them even more. Yaga probably gifted him parenting manuals on more than a few occasions. Gojo always made a show of destroying them a few weeks later, but not after ‘referencing’ them. He can be prideful, but his old teacher still gives advice and reminisces about his daughter through the situation

Gojo struggled, quietly, when he didn’t know what the hell he was doing as a dad. (un)luckily for him, Tsumiki and Megumi didn’t know what to do with a dad either. Their relationship leans more towards weird uncle or older brother on some days, but it works out best that way. While Gojo is their legal guardian and dad, he isn’t trying to exert control over them. This is immensely relieving to the two kids, who had gotten used to trying to be responsible. Now, they could stay independent but have someone to fall back on (once the two weren’t as wary of him, that is). Having a neglectful parent doesn't allow for you to trust adults so easily

Tsumiki worries a lot about Megumi, even though he doesn’t accept her care, and tries to do a ton of little things to show her care. Packed lunches, little notes, making sure he’s asleep before she goes to bed- these are a few of the things she did in their year alone and when Gojo moved in with them.

Megumi takes it all for granted at times, never showing her the same confessions of his care, but every crudely drawn animal and “Have a good day!” note is saved in an empty shoebox in his closet. Tsumiki doesn't know about it, but she still writes them for him up until she starts high school and has to focus on studying

One of the first things Tsumiki did once Gojo proved he not only was going to stay, but cared, was make him a basic lunch like hers and Megumi’s. There was no note, but he showed it off to Shoko at the school and bragged to Utahime (“This really proves how not only am I the strongest sorcerer but the best teacher as well! To have received a gift before you-” “Why are you calling me for this?!?”)

Definitely buys multiples of whatever the kids said they liked. Gojo wants to prove to them that they’re secure and is fumbling around with how to care for them. (“Hey Tsumiki-chan! I remember you said you liked strawberries-” “What am I going to do with ten packages?!?!”)

Gojo’s very much the type to show up to school events and be far too excited- festivals, any sports or theater performances the Fushiguros might be a part of, he’s there front and center with snacks and a glittery sign. He says it’s to embarrass them when Megumi yells at him, but the reality is that the kids are happy to spot his white hair in the crowd. Showing up isn’t something their parents often did, and Gojo himself probably had a peculiar upbringing. This is his way of giving them what they never had and being part of something he didn’t have growing up

Megumi is easy to make fun of, but Tsumiki rolls with every attempt to make her embarrassed. She finds everything sweet- Gojo could buy her the most horrendous looking sweater and she’d be happy he was thinking of her (once she became less wary, that is)

Unbothered queen. Tsumiki can be a little prankster though, after she feels like she’s not the one in charge. Bedazzling phone cases, rearranging furniture, and other harmless things she can do to make the others surprised and confused. Has definitely covered someone’s room in post-its, she deserves a little mischief as a treat.

Megumi puts on airs of hating Gojo and brushing off Tsumiki, but he cares in his own ways. Every action someone takes should be reciprocated, after all. When Gojo goes out and buys groceries, Megumi sets aside dinner for him if he doesn’t eat with them. While Tsumiki stays out late with friends, Megumi stays awake in his room until she comes back. And if he hears any of their classmates saying bad things, well….

His sister doesn’t like that he fights, but he never instigates. He’s just checking them when they run their mouths too much.

But of course, when she leans in to give him a side hug his arms stay by his side.

They receive all their money from the Tokyo School, ✨politics✨, but Tsumiki felt bad and got a job when she entered High School. It was her attempt to gain back a bit of autonomy and control of their situation, though Gojo and Megumi both tried to talk her out of it. Sometimes they swing by just to see her. Megumi, who comes by at the end of her shifts if it’s late to walk (lead) her home, and Gojo, who uses her work as an excuse to get junk food and shitty sweets.

Tsumiki sometimes takes the stuff that’s about to be thrown out home for Gojo, who looks at her as if she gave him gold.

She's his one tie back into the world Jujutsu Sorcerer's are meant to protect. A non-sorcerer, who can't even see curses, and that makes them both a bit protective. Megumi has probably left one of his spiritual dogs with her if he felt there was something in their area, and Tsumiki would be blind to the big dog laying his head on her lap.

While Gojo ruffles Megumi’s sea urchin hair, he helps tie up Tsumiki’s. He figured out how to braid it when she was in middle school and still buys cute hair clips as souvenirs.

Gojo has embarrassing photos of both of them, usually taken when they were napping or unaware, which he likes to show on a few occasions. As revenge, the two siblings got a horrible photo of him framed for his birthday.

A picture of Gojo wearing a horrific animal onesie, standing in the kitchen at night and watching the microwave, with his body half turned towards whoever was taking the picture. Body blurred and eyes glowing, the photo is in a frame that has stickers and rhinestones all over it. It’s framed in their entrance hall, with a picture of Tsumiki asleep in a face mask and another shot of Megumi getting sprayed with a hose by Gojo.

They all cringe at their shots but don’t move them.

Every parent-teacher meeting that they’ve had has gone horribly. At first, Tsumiki would try and attend for Megumi. If a teacher refused to allow her then they had to deal with Gojo, who would either act like a 12 year old if the teacher was an ass or play nice if he deemed them nice. In the end, the schools decided Tsumiki was the only normal one of their unit.

Gojo, at her meetings, would feel a bit odd. After all, she wouldn't ever be part of their world of curses and sorcery. Still, he encouraged her studies and was very supportive in her decision to pursue social sciences in university

Chores are divided by who can do what. Gojo's infrequent schedule means he can't be relied on to cook every meal, Tsumiki's studies and work had her missing many dinners, and Megumi would often be doing his own thing. Gojo and Tsumiki both agreed to do weekly meals together, as well as a chaotic shared breakfast every morning since they departed at the same times. Gojo would cook breakfast, usually something traditional that he grew up with, while Tsumiki made lunches. Megumi would do all the dishes, without prompting.

Overall, they care about each other with varying degrees of comfort in showing it. Gojo tries to supply every material thing they need, Megumi tries to protect them when he can, and Tsumiki just wants them to both know someone care.

Gojo's own upbringing meant he had to learn about himself before learning to take care of the two siblings. Tsumiki had issues with fully trusting adults to care about her after her adolescence, which spawned an interest for psychology/sociology and a need to amek sure her brother could always trust her. She and Gojo see eachother more on equal footing, while Megumi is squarely in 'little sibling' territory.

Megumi, with his dad's semi-frequent flings and disappearing acts, is more comfortable with Gojo's teasing than Tsumiki's kindness. He can bark and bite but doesn't quite know how to deal with her sincerity.

In case you couldn't tell, I have feelings about Tsumiki's character. Sorry for the long post! If you want more specifically Gojo Teen Dad HCs I can do those :)

#writing #headcanons #hcs #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu tsumiki #fushiguro tsumiki #megumi fushiguro #toji fushiguro #gojo satoru #gojo x reader

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polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup · 5 months

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based on your asks responses & characterization of yuuta this is what i’ve gathered — yuuta is like that one high school senior who looked at the new coming freshman’s & just adopted them on the spot. there’s no out. now his friends sees the kid & adopted them too. it’s a family now. a very young, close in age family. (i was yuuta in this situation 😔 i was use to be megumi in this situation but i carried the tradition out. as i should. high school & middle school was wild.)

YUUJI THOUGH. we will probably never see him in your sea glass garden au but your asks is killing me. like his one sided beef with yuuta? he’s just like me fr. i too would fight over megumi if it comes down to it.

i just know yuuji thought that yuuta & megumi was a thing at first cause of the whole “his boy thing”. i know he screamed into a pillow about it. i know he went to gojo to ask for permission to court megumi & gojo was flabbergasted at such a medieval act so he had yuuji do the dumbest shit to get his blessing (ha).

i just know nanami is sighing at the idea of his son yuuji being a jealous little brat because of his other son yuuta. i just know yuuta was so confused until he witnessed yuuji & megumi awkward ass flirting. i know he acts like a little shit to get on yuuji (& sukuna) nerves.

you know what. this is my jujutsu kaisen. this is my sorcery fight. gege who? i only know you. PLS TAKE THE PEN FROM GEGE.

Yuuta is absolutely that senior who adopted that new student and made a little family. That is His Kohai now okay megumi is their collectively raised flour sack baby and they will kill for him.

Yuuji came back to life finally met the second years had just leveled up with his cursed energy and gained a new dad got his old friends back he was so so ready to go live his best life and then his new self appointed brother opened his mouth and started rhapsodizing about some impossibly beautiful and perfect man named okkotsu yuuta and yuuji is absolutely whacked in the face a la rubber squeaky hammer that there’s some gorgeous son of a bitch out there already living his best life.

His death sentence was overturned. He’s so powerful that he can save everyone if he wants. He is the legally adopted child of Nanami Kento. The curse attached to him 1) actually liked him and 2) moved the fuck on which some people (Sukuna) could take a few notes on.

Fushiguro Megumi is his boy.

This could not have devastated him more thoroughly. Even his newly acquired self appointed brother thinks okkotsu yuuta is the perfect man, which he manages to express at length in between warnings from the second years that Yuuta’s going to fly back from Africa purely for the sake of kicking his fucking ass for touching His Boy, which yuuji simply cannot handle.

Yuuji lowkey had a new lease on life and thought “hey! Fushiguro tried to kill someone with an elephant for me! Maybe I have a shot and he’ll let me hold his hand!” and then there’s god’s perfect man off in Africa who’s enticing megumi away from movie marathons with his fucking FaceTime calls right when yuujis almost hyped himself up enough to try the yawning arm stretch thing.

He spends at least three weeks trying to figure out if Megumi’s His Boy because they’re in a long distance relationship and it only ends because maki starts finding it more annoying than funny and establishes that it is not in fact a romantic arrangement. She thinks. (Okay it’s still kind of funny.)

Yuuji resorted to a terrible wikihow on how to get someone to date you and it insisted “get their parents approval” was his in and gojo could NOT have been more of an asshole about it. Nanami had to intervene to get it to stop. He is very tired and very confused. Why are you so upset about okkotsu he’s a lovely young man why is this making you more upset

Of course if yuuji ever found out that megumi became Yuuta’s boy after Yuuta personally restarted his heart he’d instantly understand why everyone acts like Yuuta’s the best thing since sliced bread. He is that amazing.

Yuuta and Megumi are completely oblivious to all of this.

Gege pls call me I just want to help gege pls

#sea glass gardens #just remember YOU can forcibly displace gege and turn the creative property over to me #I will be making several. SEVERAL. changes.#yuuji absolutely goes back into his room and screams into his pillow over Yuuta #he was going to try to hold Megumi’s hand and Megumi left to go talk to Yuuta just because he was ‘calling all the way from Africa’ and ‘the #movie ended five minutes ago why were you just sitting there looking like you were really stressed are you okay itadori’#nobara is exhausted just watching this #she’s the most homophobic lesbian alive why do lgbtq things happen to people who don’t deserve it #god she just wants a girlfriend with a sword and these fucking assholes are the ones who get their high school romance they don’t even #APPRECIATE the gay things happening to them #ignoring all canon since we’re never getting there in sea glass gardens #when Yuuta’s coming back from Africa Megumi’s very simply stating that Yuuta’s an important person in his life and he’s glad yuuji wjll #meet him soon which might as well be a DECLARATION OF UNDYING LOVE yuuji has a total crisis #yuuta gets off the plane and fucking hugs megumi yuuji had to get boyfriend privileges to do that who is this son of a bitch #gojo watching this: do you think I can get yuuji to wash my car again if I tell him I’ll distract Yuuta so he can take Megumi on a date #Nanami: why on earth would okkotsu need to be distracted for that to happen #gojo: that’s the beauty of it it is in no way necessary but yuuji doesn’t seem to know that

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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Omg I'm late but fnaf??? Fnaf pls???

Okay, so I am going to make art for this. But... I had no motivation to draw. I did, however, have the motivation to write. This was going to be one part. A... one shot if you will.

This part, alone, is over 5k words.

Ask for part 2 if you want it.

It had started with a post on a “less than legal actions” forum.

Rodolfo had found himself a frequenter on Deep Web forums. It wasn’t the place the media sensationalized it to be and… he had a few coping habits that got fueled by some of the substance websites on there. There was no better way to find the drugs he needed than some weird guy selling on a site called “Powders, Pills, and Concoctions” with a marijuana leaf next to it.

He had almost laughed when he saw it, believing it was probably bullshit. I’m a 19 year old, looking for other 19 year olds to break into the old Unquatrun Pizzeria with me. It was stupid! Rodolfo had just rolled his eyes and clicked out of it, moving on to the homework he had from Uni.

But then… it’d gotten stuck in his brain. Like a gnat, buzzing around, he’d found himself thinking about it three days later. He knew why he’d been drawn to it… Why his mind kept going back to it… The pizzeria was calling him, demanding he find out what had happened to his best friend.

Hey, so if this is bullshit, whatever. But… I can help you break in. The only response when he’d checked a few days later. Finally, he’d let himself check out the profiles. A soap bar was the profile picture of the original poster. He even referred to himself as Soap. He was like Rodolfo, apparently, and had even been on the previously mentioned drug site, having gotten hooked on pain meds when he was getting treated for cancer.

The other guy was someone who apparently claimed to have first hand experience with the pizzeria on another post about it. He called himself Alex and apparently he’d been having nightmares about the place since he was 14.

Even still, Rodolfo hadn’t found himself entertaining the idea.

Until he’d gotten way too high one night and he’d just… migrated to the post and responded that he would go as well.

Within seconds, he’d been added to a groupchat with the other two. Are you serious about coming? -Soap

I am. I have my own reasons, but I am.

We’re going next Saturday. Can you make it? -Soap

Yes.

Awesome! What’s your name? -Alex

Rodolfo.

We’ll see you then, Rodolfo. 11:00. -Soap

And here he was. Standing in front of the pizzeria.

He clenched his hands and then hugged himself, tucking them under his arms in an effort to stop shaking. He’d been, once again, trying to quit. He couldn’t keep living on this uppers in the morning so he could get through the day and downers in the evening so he could sleep… Cocaine and alcohol was his main vice, but he had found others that he kept around for a pinch.

The building was exactly like he remembered it… Too much like he remembered it. Fuck, the local Pizza Hut looked different in the last five years, but this place was straight out of his memories… Same grey brick building, same red awnings, same Black Panther, Red Fox, and Rainbow Bear on the sign above the front windows and entrance…

He shook it off as he saw two others approach out of the corner of his eye and turned to them. They were a strange pair. One was significantly taller than both Rodolfo and the other. Blonde and… built. Rodolfo found himself blushing slightly, trying not to look over his body too much. “Hey, I’m Alex.” He half grinned, offering a hand. “Rodolfo, right?”

“Yeah.” Rodolfo nodded and shook his head, trying hard and failing to not notice the scars across his wrist and arms when the sleeves of a black leather jacket rode up. He did look dressed to be breaking in somewhere, wearing a black leather jacket, a Led Zeppelin tee shirt, and dark wash jeans.

Then, he turned to the other, who was only just slightly taller than him and had a ridiculous mohawk hairstyle. Look, it was the first thing he noticed. The second thing he noticed was how pale he was, how dark his under eyes were. If Rodolfo remembered the post, right, he should only be a year in remission… He had on a baggy hoodie and sport shorts and despite how shit he looked, he had a slightly husky build. “Hey, I’m Soap!” He grinned. “Or, Johnny Mactavish. You two are helping me break into a restaurant, you can know my name.”

“Right.” Rodolfo nodded. “It’s nice to meet you both…” He cringed back, feeling a bit out of place with the other two. He was a lot more put together, wearing brown academia shorts, a sweater, and his boots. He never thought he’d be insecure about not looking like a mess. “So… How are we doing this thing?”

Alex snorted and then something was jingling and Rodolfo’s eye was caught by a flash of silver. He saw Alex get out a set of keys and then he was just marching up to the glass doors at the entrance, which had three promotional posters on them.

He recognized the three main animatronics on each of them. Ghost, an emo panther who sang mostly kid friendly parodies of 80’s rock. That one was particularly silly. Then there was Mateo, a red fox who could speak Spanish. Alejandro had loved that one… Rodolfo looked away from the poster before the cold could seep into his body. His hands were shaking enough, already. Then, the third, which Rodolfo didn’t get a chance to get a good look at before Alex was swinging open the door, was a Rainbow Bear, named Gaz, apparently after the owner’s kid. He was the main lead of the cast. Of course he was, it was always the bear.

They weren’t the only animatronics, too. There were three more, though one had been decommissioned for four years, apparently, due to a malfunctioning mainframe.

Alex cursed as the alarm started to go off and then he was running to the back of the restaurant. Rodolfo was starting to wonder just how intimate he was with the place… Soap and Rodolfo stepped inside the restaurant and waited for the alarm to stop.

“So… Why did you want to break in?” Rodolfo asked before he could really stop himself.

Soap shrugged. “I want a picture with the Panther.” He answered. “A cool picture.”

“Couldn’t you have came in when the daytime? I thought they had a photo booth thing with the characters?” Rodolfo asked, finding the explanation absurd. They were breaking and entering… For a picture??

Soap grinned. “They do, but it’s a man in a suit. I want it with the actual animatronic. I want it with the real Ghost.”

Rodolfo had to refrain from saying that the animatronic wasn’t real. He was just an… animatronic. That was it. Clearly Soap wanted a picture and… well, he couldn’t judge his reasoning too much. Or shouldn’t, because he most definitely was. Whatever.

Finally, Alex came back to the front lobby, where the ticket desk was. The animatronics were closer to the back, past all of the games and tables. “Sorry, I had to go to the security office and input the code.”

Rodolfo became aware that the alarm was suddenly off and before he could ask how Alex knew the code, Soap was speaking. “That’s alright. Is there a way to get the lights up in here?”

“No. Unfortunately not. They’re on a sensor for the timer.” Alex sighed. “Only the man who owns the damn place has that code.”

“Damn.” Soap sighed, clearly disappointed. “It’s cool. Phones were invented with flash for a reason. Hey, do you think there’s any food? I’m starving.”

Alex shrugged. “I could check. I’m sure they stick leftovers in a fridge or something. Come on, let’s go see.”

Rodolfo shook his head, wanting at least a few answers. “No. No. Dude, you have keys and the security code. What the fuck??”

Soap frowned and then turned to stare at Alex. “He’s got a point.”

Alex winced and then sighed. “You’re right. But… I don’t know. I found them in my mom’s desk. I didn’t even know she knew the owner of this place until a month ago… I… Apparently she used to co-own it with the other owner? John Price? I didn’t know.”

“How the fuck did you not know that??” Rodolfo crossed his arms, not buying it. You don’t just not know your mom co-owned a pizzeria where four kids went missing.

Alex winced harder and rubbed the back of his neck. “I… Fuck. When I was 14, I had a really bad head injury. You can see the scars.” He got out his phone and turned on the flashlight, making Rodolfo realize he could only really see because of the streetlights outside. Alex held the flashlight up to his head, revealing what almost looked a puzzle of someone’s head who had been shattered. Fuck. “See?”

Even Soap was cringing beside him. “Anyway, I don’t remember much before… that. Apparently I had a whole other mom that I barely remembered. Fuck, I didn’t even remember that I was adopted. So… that’s how.”

Rodolfo felt kind of guilty, now. “Oh. Sorry.”

“No, it’s alright. I understand how it could seem suspicious. But… I really don’t remember.” Alex sighed and then nudged his head in the direction of the kitchen, behind a buffet bar. “I’ll explain more after we look for food.”

“Fine.” Rodolfo nodded and Soap agreed, beside him. So, they both followed him behind the buffet bar and to the kitchen. Alex was using his flashlight to see, so Rodolfo used that to see as well, sticking close behind. This place… it kind of gave him the creeps. Though, it’d always had.

Alex got into the fridges in the back of the kitchen. “Bingo.” The fridge he’d opened lit up and revealed a few pizza boxes, which Alex opened and glanced through before pulling out the middle one. “Soap mentioned liking pepperoni.” He glanced back. “What about you, Rodolfo?”

“Pepperoni is fine.” Rodolfo nodded, not having a preference as long as there was no onion. Though, he was pretty sure the pizzeria only offered pepperoni, sausage, bacon, and cheese. The main focus was really on the games and the animatronics.

“Good.” Alex brought the box over and then he was pausing, going over to a nearby table. “Looks like one of the workers left a speaker.” He set the pizza box down and Soap tilted his head. “Oh, cool.” He fidgeted before something on the table was lighting up.

It looked like a little camping lantern, though it was fairly bright. Alex shrugged and put his phone in his back pocket before he picked up the little lantern and then he was guiding Rodolfo and Soap out to the restaurant, again, and they found a table.

It was too dark to do much else than make out the animatronics’ vague outline and… a drip of dread rolled down Rodolfo's spine, making his stomach clench. Maybe this was a mistake… well, he was this far along. He jumped and looked at Soap, hearing something rattle. He watched Soap, vaguely lit by the camping lantern, open a pill bottle and then take three of them.

Rodolfo hated the way his hands shook more, the way his mouth salivated, and he looked away, sitting down at the table and opening the box. The pizza wasn’t half bad, he’d admit. Even as a kid… it was pretty good. When Mateo became an animatronic, they rolled out this taco pizza and while it was definitely not Mexican food… it wasn’t too bad. In fact, both he and Alejandro had enjoyed it.

“So, your turn.” Soap spoke up, staring right at him. “You may look put together, but you’re… still here with us. Breaking into a pizzeria and stealing food.”

Rodolfo winced. “Yeah..” He admitted. “I was actually really high when I agreed to do this… It’s… a long story.”

“I’m willing to hear it.” Alex shrugged, sitting next to him and nudging him. “You know… since we’re here.”

Rodolfo blushed at his close proximity. He was only like this when withdrawing… Normally, boys weren’t even in his mind, but when he didn’t have drugs or alcohol… His mind looked for other destructive ways to cope. “I guess.” He nodded, since he knew the other two’s backstory already. Sort of. Well, he apparently didn’t know more than Alex and Soap… he felt bad about asking a cancer survivor why they liked a kids’ pizza place so much. The answer seemed kind of obvious.

Both of the others were staring at him and he found himself trying to shrink into his seat. But… he took a deep breath, ate a bit more pizza, and then he started. “My best friend loved this place when we were kids… His dad was really abusive and the owner of this place would let obviously troubled kids play games for free… And… it was a place to go to get away from the abuse, I guess. I actually outgrew it rather quickly. Then his dad died… And I guess it was a distraction…

He was really attached to Mateo, actually. Neither of us had any friends who spoke Spanish? So… and this was back before he was an animatronic. So… he really liked having something he could talk to that would respond back in Spanish… We were both second generation immigrants…” Rodolfo fidgeted with his fingers under the table, picking at the scabs he didn’t let heal around his nails. “On his fourteenth birthday… He wanted to have it here and I… we… fought? Over it. I just wanted to grow up… This place creeped me out and I… I was sick of being a little kid… So I didn’t go. He was one of the four kids that went missing.”

Rodolfo looked down, not wanting to see the other two’s faces. They must have thought he was horrible. God knows Rodolfo did. “I keep thinking… What if I had gone with him? What if I had just… got over myself and gone? Would he still be here? I don’t know.”

The other two were silent. That was fine… He was used to that reaction.

Finally, he ran a hand through his hair. “It’s stupid. But… I hoped that… maybe I could find out what happened if I came. Maybe… Maybe I’d find him, I don’t know.”

They were still silent and Rodolfo looked at them. Soap’s expression was almost shocked and Alex was looking away, staring down at his pizza. “You… You did it. You made a dude with cancer feel like his backstory wasn’t tragic enough. Congratulations, you are superior.”

Rodolfo snorted, “I feel like cancer-”

“No. I’m in remission.” Soap shook his head. “Damn. I just… the owner paid my hospital bills because I loved this place. I still have a card that lets me basically play for free. It never expires… I feel kind of bad breaking in but… Oh well. But… yeah. I went into remission last year.”

“Is that why you have that ridiculous haircut?” Rodolfo asked, again before he could stop himself, and gestured to the top of his head.

Soap laughed. “Yeah, so… When I had cancer… The only part of my hair that didn’t fall out completely from chemo was… that spot. So, I got it trimmed and kept it like a mohawk. Now… I let it grow crazy a little but… for the most part, I keep it like this. I know it looks ridiculous but… look at me. It’s pretty obvious I was sick… You guys should see my torso under this. It’s… pretty gross. Purple and gray… Surgery scars.. I had lung cancer.”

“Ah.” Rodolfo mumbled, now feeling really bad. Good job, asshole. “Sorry… It’s just…”

“It’s a bit much.” Soap shrugged. “I get it. Trust me. But… who’s gonna tell the kid with cancer that he’s ugly, huh?”

“That’s fair.” Alex finally spoke up, snorting softly. “We’re three peas in a pod, huh? We all have some tragic tie to this place.” He then sighed. “Odd that we found each other, but it makes sense. Who else would want to break in? Oh fuck-” He cursed, suddenly standing. “I left the camera in my car! Shit! Look, I’ll go get it, real quick. You two just stay here. Don’t eat all the pizza.”

“No promises.” Soap grinned and Rodolfo just mumbled that he wouldn’t. They both watched him fade into a vague silhouette, passing through the entrance door thingy and then going to the outside door. Then, he pushed on it and- the door didn’t open.

It was hard to see, but not hard enough that they couldn’t tell that the door didn’t open. Alex appeared to push a few more times before he was backing up and then coming back. “Fuck.” He muttered when he got back. “The doors won’t open.”

“Why not??” Rodolfo asked, another drip of dread rolling down his spine. “You unlocked them, right?” He shared a concerned glance with Soap.

“Well… it’s an old security measure, I’m pretty sure.” Alex winced. “The report I saw… said it was because of the kids that had gone missing. If the system thinks the store has been broken into… it locks down, completely, and won’t open without being unlocked from the outside. So, whoever got in, can’t get out without tripping the alarm somehow.”

“Fuck!” Soap groaned. “So, what? We’re trapped here until morning?”

Alex shook his head. “No. In Price’s office, there’s a place where we should be able to input a code. Then, we have sixty seconds to get out and lock the outside door. We’ll have to use the back door… So… there’s no point in doing it until we’re ready to go.”

Rodolfo was really starting to regret this. “I don’t know, is a picture worth this? Maybe we should just go.”

Soap shook his head. “No. I want that picture. If you two want to leave… fine. I will stay here all night, but I’m getting that picture. I’m… I am.”

Rodolfo stared at him, watching him glare down at the table. Then, he looked up at Alex. “I’m staying, too.” Alex mumbled. “I’ll get the code and let you out but… I’m not leaving. Price’s office should have the incident report about what happened to me. I need to know. I need to know why I can’t remember and my mom… won’t tell me. So, I’m staying.”

Rodolfo furrowed his brows and then he finally turned his head to the stage, where the outline of animatronics could be seen. Dread was steadily dripping down his back, and he would admit that he didn’t like this. But… well, he didn’t want to leave alone. And… he really wanted to find out what happened to his friend. “No. I’ll stay. But can we do this as fast as possible?”

“Yes.” Soap sounded relieved. “Yes, we can. Right, Alex?”

Alex immediately nodded. “Yes. Alright, let’s go up to the stage. I’ll use my phone to get that picture.” He picked up the camping lantern on the table and so Rodolfo and Soap both stood, following him up to the stage.

Rodolfo tried not to tremble as he followed them. That would be mortifying, though maybe he’d just blame it on withdrawal. He knew they had to have caught onto it by now… In fact, it had started to prickle at the sides of his face and he found himself scratching at them, trying to get the prickles to go away.

“They’re so fucking huge.” Soap said as they finally neared the stage.

Rodolfo felt small. The animatronics dwarfed him and that feeling was only made more extreme by the stage which was as tall as his waist. He shrank back, hugging himself. They creeped him out, really bad. He hated them.

Rodolfo jumped back with a yelp as the stage lit up in bright colors and then three spotlights turned on, lighting up the animatronics with stark white light. The lights around the stage were red, blue, and green, and there were stars on the wall behind them.

“Fuck,” Alex was holding his chest, but Soap was grinning. “I guess they don’t turn off the motion sensors at night. I guess they wouldn’t have to.”

“That’s fucking terrifying.” Rodolfo muttered, hugging himself again.

Luckily, the animatronics weren’t moving, just staying in their rest modes, which were perfectly plucked from Rodolfo’s memory. Ghost had a microphone which was raised above his head and said head was lifted to look almost like he was screaming into it. Mateo had a hand out, the other hand on his chest, and he looked to be about to belt out lyrics, his mouth open slightly. And Gaz was holding up a peace sign, bent over slightly, and winking.

The poses were so… human. But so stark. So uncanny.

Alex and Soap had started to talk about something. It sounded like what pose he wanted to stand in. Rodolfo didn’t particularly care about it, just tuning it out and going over to Mateo, having to cross behind them to do so.

He didn’t get too close to the stage, but he stood in front of Mateo, staring up at the animatronic. “¿Por qué eras tan especial?” He whispered. “¿Por qué te amaba tanto? ¿Valiste la pena?” Rodolfo didn’t think Mateo was worth it. He didn’t think that stupid fucking fox was worth losing his best friend.

His hands shook so hard it made his bones ache and he suddenly felt so cold, despite being aware of sweat rolling down the back of his neck. Nausea traveled up his body and he closed his eyes, covering his mouth. He needed to keep his food down…

Finally, he opened his eyes, glancing over and seeing Soap and Alex were still talking. Soap was gesturing up to Ghost, and Alex was nodding along, his phone out. Rodolfo shook his head and turned back up to Mateo, looking over him again.

That fox had been in his nightmares, taunting him over and over and over. You let him go alone… He’d have come home… if you hadn’t let him go alone… But now you’re alone… Rudy’s all alone… Singing it over and over.

You let him go alone..

You let him go alone…

Rodolfo ran to a trash can, which was close by, thankfully, and threw up, hunching over it as he did so. He grasped the sides of the trash can, trying not to think of how slimy it felt, and panted. His whole body was shaking, and he just felt so cold…

“Hey, you okay?” Rodolfo lifted up, hearing Alex ask. He turned around, seeing Alex was staring at him. Even Soap looked concerned, though he wasn’t fully staring. Just looking.

Rodolfo nodded. “Yeah. Maybe cold pizza wasn’t the best idea.” He went back over to them, hugging himself again in an attempt to stay warm. “This place is kind of cold, huh?”

“Really? It feels hot to me.” Alex frowned, wiping his forehead. “They turn the AC off at night. It’s a shock the animatronics don’t fucking reek.”

Rodolfo frowned. Oh. He couldn’t feel it at all. Whatever. “So, are you going to get that picture?”

“Yeah, we’re just getting the staging right.” Soap nodded. “I don’t want to have to take too many.”

That was fair. Rodolfo hated having to take pictures over and over. He just let them go back to what they were doing, looking up at the stage, again, and looking over their poses, thinking how funny they were. Ghost was mid headbang, hunched over, Gaz was leaned back, appearing to be singing into his microphone, and Mateo had his microphone to his mouth, appearing to reach for the audience.

Such silly, simple poses. Again, so human, but so stark…

Rodolfo finally tore his eyes away and sighed, looking around the rest of the dining area. He paused upon seeing the large rabbit in the corner of the room. That thing just filled him with dread. It was horrid how large it was.

He’d also seen videos of it moving and it was… too human. It almost reached the ceiling when it stood, and it was based off a velveteen rabbit. Even still, the way it walked was identical to the way his own mother walked which… was supposed to be the point. It was meant to be motherly but it just made Rodolfo nauseous.

He didn’t even like the way it was sitting, slumped over like the actual stuffed animal might be.

The funny part was… He’d used to have a velveteen rabbit. It’d been gotten for his older sister, Liliana, but… she’d hated the thing. So, he’d taken over it, since they shared a room. He couldn’t remember what happened to it…

Rodolfo saw movement in the corner of his eye and quickly looked over, startling when he saw that Alex was helping Soap climb onto the stage. “Woah, woah, what are we doing? I don’t think you should be doing that-”

“Calm down.” Soap shook his head. “They’re deactivated, it’s fine.” He stood once he was up there, going close to Ghost. It made Rodolfo’s heart race, Soap shouldn’t be getting so close.

Soap settled so his back was against Ghost’s torso and Rodolfo tried not to beg him to get off the stage, shaking so hard his vision was getting blurry. He didn’t even think this was a good pose, since Ghost had his head back and you couldn’t even really see his face from that angle, especially with how big the animatronic was.

It dwarfed Soap entirely. Soap barely went mid torso for it.

It was too big.

You let him go alone.

Rodolfo squeezed his eyes shut, taking deep breaths. “It’s way bigger up close.” Soap was saying.

Alex chuckled. “Yeah, they’re fucking massive. It’s frightening.”

Rodolfo hugged himself tightly in an effort to stop the shaking and forced his eyes to open, watching Alex move so he could get a good picture. “Throw a peace sign or something.”

Soap shrugged, doing as told, and then grinning. “Do I look good?”

“Hell yeah.” Alex nodded, also grinning.

Rodolfo felt like he couldn’t breathe, trying desperately hard to not throw up again. He wished they’d hurry the fuck up, desperately wanting Soap off that stage.

Movement out of the corner of his eye.

Rodolfo felt sweat mingle with the dread as it dripped down his back and he slowly turned to look. The velveteen rabbit was sitting up. “G-Guys…” He said, reaching for Alex and staring at the rabbit.

“Hang on, I’ve almost got the picture.” Alex said.

Rodolfo forced a breath into his lungs, continuing to stare at the velveteen rabbit. It was meant to look like Red Velvet cake, a joke. It even looked like it had piped cream cheese frosting on it’s head. A red velveteen rabbit.

But… now it only looked soaked in blood. The stage lights became too stark. They were shining in his eyes. He shielded his eyes from the light, blinking and trying hard to remember how to breathe. This was hell…

You let him go alone…

He squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them again, relaxing when he saw the velveteen rabbit was slumped over again. He’d made it up. It wasn’t real. It was just his drug deprived brain tricking him.

He sucked in a harsh breath and then shook his head, turning back to Soap. “Did you finally get the picture?”

Soap was now hopping off the stage, still grinning. “Hell yeah.”

Alex held out his phone, showing Rodolfo. He didn’t like the way Ghost was staring at the camera. It felt uncomfortable. Rodolfo just shook his head, however, and sighed. “Awesome. Well… that’s one thing down.”

Soap nodded, and then suddenly tripped as he was climbing down, slamming his hands onto something on the stage.

It was very sudden. The animatronics started to move and ice spiked through Rodolfo’s blood, terrifying him. Even Soap seemed startled, all three of them backing up. “Oh fuck. I think I turned them on…” Soap winced. “Why would they put the on button there??”

“That is an odd spot.” Alex agreed.

“Hi kids.” Gaz was saying, staring right at them.

They had motion sensors, Rodolfo knew that, but it was still deeply unnerving. Ghost and Mateo were also staring at them… He cringed back. “Turn them off.”

Soap nor Alex did as told. They just kind of watched the animatronics. “I like them.” Soap grinned. “They feel… human.”

“Yeah, that’s the problem.” Rodolfo stepped forward to press the button again, to turn them off, before yelping and jerking back as Mateo was suddenly crouched and in his face.

“Hi! Remember me?!” Mateo almost appeared to be grinning and Rodolfo really didn’t like that. He tilted his head to the side and stared right into Rodolfo. His eyes were empty, they held no emotion. Just… massive balls of plastic.

“Remember him?” Rodolfo asked, backing back up to Alex and Soap. He swallowed before continuing, hugging himself. “That’s an odd voice line…”

“They can recognize past visitors.” Soap nodded. “Another security measure, apparently. They hoped that if they saw whoever… took those kids, that they might point them out. It also made them feel more real to the guests.”

Rodolfo bit the inside of his cheek, digging his nails into his sides through his sweater. “Gross.” He muttered. “I don’t like that…”

Alex frowned. “Wait, but have you been here since your friend went missing?”

Rodolfo paused. “No. No, I haven’t… I avoided this place completely. Wouldn’t even drive down this road…”

“Then… how would it recognize you?” Alex frowned. “Wasn’t that security measure implemented after the event?”

Rodolfo… realized Alex was right. Oh, no, he didn’t like that at all. Soap snorted. “Maybe it’s a racist robot. I mean… I know white people who can’t tell Hispanic people apart. White people programmed it… It could be racist.”

Rodolfo wasn’t sure he believed that but… what other explanation was there? “I guess.” He mumbled. “Whatever, let's just turn them off.” He moved forward to press the button again.

“Remember me?” Mateo asked again, his foot moving in front of the button. “I’m here. Remember me? It’s me. I’m here. Remember me?”

Rodolfo jerked back as Mateo reached for him, staring at the animatronic. It almost appeared to be stopping him from pressing the button. “No. I don’t remember you.” He moved over, reaching for the button again and then crying out as his arm was grabbed.

“Alex!” He cried and then Mateo’s arm was reaching around him, pulling him onto the stage. “Alex!”

“Remember me. Please remember me. It’s me. I’m here. Remember me.” Mateo was repeating and he pulled Rodolfo close to him, almost hurting him from the way he was hugging him. “Remember me.”

Rodolfo’s heart pounded in his chest and he kicked and shoved against Mateo. “Alex!” He screamed. Images of Mateo crushing his ribs ran through his mind, sending fear flooding through every vein in his body.

“Mateo… We don’t just grab children. You know the rules, put the poor boy down!” Another animatronic voice rang through the pizzeria and Rodolfo was suddenly released and then he was yanked off the stage.

Alex almost was hugging him close, pulling him back. “Are you okay??” He looked down at him.

Rodolfo didn’t answer, looking at the Velveteen Rabbit, who was now standing. It’s eyes glowed bright pink and it started towards them, almost striding. “Alex, the rabbit!”

“Guys-” Soap said and nudged them both, pointing to the stage where Mateo was now climbing down.

“Price’s office!” Alex immediately said. “There’s an emergency shut down in there! They also can’t go in it!” He quickly pulled them and all three rushed away, to the back.

“No! Don’t run!” Mateo called after them. “Remember me! I’m here! I’m here!”

Rodolfo could hear his footsteps after them, loud and clanky, and Alex suddenly was dragging him harder. They ran down a short hallway and then Rodolfo was shoved into a doorway, tripping and hitting the floor. Soap hit the ground beside them and then Alex was slamming the door.

Mateo stopped just outside the doorway, staring into the window, and Rodolfo panted, staring up at him. “I’m here… Remember me. I’m here.”

Alex backed away after locking the door and all three stared at the door. The shadow of the Velveteen Rabbit suddenly crossed over what little light was coming through the doorway from the lights of the stage.

“Fuck…” Soap panted. “What do we do now?”

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