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Pink Pastels Pt 29

Description: Conchata O'Hara is not a fan of you and makes this clear to Miguel, but it ends up going a little too far when she drags Gabi into it. Pt 30

“Mijo, I don’t like this.” Connie says as soon as Miguel shuts the door.

They’re in a side sitting room, the music, and chatter muffled by the thick door. His mother is wringing her hands as she stands in the middle of the room looking up at him.

He turns to face her, massaging his temples. “You don’t like what?”

“Someone new trying to come in and take Ava’s spot, it’s too fast.” She says, a concerned expression on her face.

“It’s been four years.” He deadpans, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tries to calm himself down.

He’s never been good at this, even in his original universe, in fact he was worse back there because his mother was worse. Conchata O'Hara spent most of her life after her divorce from his stepfather guilt-tripping, he and Gabriel into running to her side at any given moment. She’d fake health scares, emergencies, claim someone had tried to break in and harm her, anything to trick them into visiting her at Wellvale Home.

But here? Here Gabriel dies much earlier, here his stepfather dies under mysterious circumstances when Miguel was thirteen, here his mother stays kind for a bit longer, this universe’s Miguel is in high school when she begins to change.

Then when Miguel arrived in this universe, he pulled her out of Wellvale and put her into therapy, then a nice apartment where she could bug everyone else before she bugged him. The guilt-tripping lessened, and he found he could actually tolerate visiting her.

“But Ava is still her mother.” Connie says that same disappointed look on her face he saw in the video footage from the day Ava left this timeline’s Miguel.

He counts to ten, then back down to zero in his head. Gabriel was always much better at this than him. He had more patience, in both universes.

“She is biologically her mother, but she isn’t her mom , she made that very clear to me.” Miguel says firmly.

Connie shakes her head. “She’s seduced you, hasn’t she?”

“Y/N?” He asks, both two seconds from laughing while also slightly aroused at the idea.

Would you seduce him? Maybe he’d bring that up to you, a little roleplay? You could be the beautiful assistant that seduces her overworked boss, turns him to putty in her hands…

“Miguel.” Connie snaps.

“No, no, she has not seduced me, she’s an elementary school teacher, Mamá.” Miguel explains.

“So?”

“So? So, she’s Gabi’s teacher, and she loves her job, she would never do anything to jeopardize it.”

“Most mistresses are teachers.” She says, crossing her arms over her chest.

He knows that’s blatantly wrong.

“You would know a lot about that, wouldn’t you?” The words come out of his mouth before he can stop them, and the look on his mother’s face is like a sucker punch to the gut. “I—Mamá—I didn’t mean…I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“Tu hijo ingrate.” She says, shaking her head in disappointment. “I did everything for you, tried so hard to raise you well, but obviously I failed.” Trsl: You ungrateful child.

“Mamá…” He reaches for her, but she takes a step back.

“I am so sorry that I was such a terrible mother that you would give up so easily, really Miguel, you would abandon the mother of your child when she came all the way here to see you and Gabi, to apologize.”

“How did you know Ava was in Nueva York?” He asks, dread filling his chest.

“She’s my daughter-in-law, and she wanted to see her baby, I told her where you and Gabi moved to.” She says it so simply, as if she hadn’t driven a stake through his heart.

Not for the first time, he feels a wave of sympathy and rage for this universe’s Miguel. “You told her where we are? After I specifically asked you not to?”

“She wanted to apologize.” She emphasizes.

“No, no she did not, Mamá. She showed up and demanded to see Gabi, she tried to seduce me, and she called my fiancée a whore in her own home, in front of Gabi. She was never intending to apologize.”

“Well, obviously your perception of her is skewed because of your new plaything.” She huffs.

“She is my fiancée, I love her, I’m in love with her, and Ava will never be allowed into my home or near my daughter again.” He says with a tone of finality as he stares down his mother.

She rolls her eyes.

“Mamá, I’m sorry, but if you can’t accept that, then you won’t be allowed to see Gabi either.” This’ll break Gabi’s heart, but a boundary has to be put into place.

This would be much easier if he could just tell his mother Ava was dead, but he can’t and he won’t.

“You would keep me from my own granddaughter? This woman really has changed you.” She tsks, tapping her fingers impatiently on her arm.

She has no idea.

“It’s for the better, can’t you just be happy for me?” He asks, both frustrated and saddened that his mother can’t look past her own desires long enough to focus on him.

She sighs and takes his hand in hers. “Miguel…of course I can. If you’re happy, then I’m happy.”

He smiles slowly. “Thank you, it means a lot to me that we have your support.”

She pats his cheek. “I’m your mother, you’ll always have my support.”

He smiles and takes a step back, turning towards the door and pulling it open. You’re bound to be worried; he’s told you a little about how much his mother loved Ava, how she blamed him for the divorce, and how she treated him and Gabriel, but he didn’t go into too heavy detail. You had been so upset on his behalf, an almost righteous fury blazing through you.

“Sin embargo, no soy la madre de esa puta.” She mumbles. Trsl: I’m not that whore’s mother, though.

Her voice is so soft, and if his hearing wasn’t enhanced, he doubts he would’ve heard what she said.

“You clearly need time to process this news, Y/N, Gabi and I will leave you alone, and you can give me a call in a few days once you’ve calmed down.”

He leaves her behind as he heads back to the table, his eyes focused on you. How you try to cover your smile with your hand when you laugh, and the way you blend so seamlessly with Monica, Brett, and Nancy, his other family.

“Papá!” Gabi calls out to him from her seat beside you.

“Are you bored of the sheep already?” He teases, as he slides into the seat beside you, an empty one on his other side.

“Oh, Miguel, maybe don’t—” You try to warn him, but it’s too late.

Gabi nods excitedly. “I want one.”

“A sheep?”

“I’ll name it Wooly, and it can sleep in my bed with me, and we can go on adventures, and maybe we can buy a farm, and then I can have lots of sheep.” She begins to ramble on and on about sheep, and he sees Monica hiding her face in Brett’s shoulder.

“Did you do this?” He asks, glaring at her from across the small square table.

Monica raises her head, her lips pressed tightly together to keep a laugh from escaping. “No?”

“Brett?” He turns his gaze on the light brown-haired man.

“You know, Miguel, they say animals are really great for children’s social development.” Brett says, giving him an apologetic smile.

“And then a goat tried to eat my dress!” The tail end of Gabi’s ramble catches his attention.

He turns back to see Gabi holding out the hem of her dress for you to see. It’s got ragged bite marks in it, and pieces of fabric missing.

“Oh no, that’s no good.” You say, smoothing out Gabi’s skirt. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to get you a new one for the next gala.”

“I’ll take you shopping, nieta.” Connie says, taking the seat next to Nancy, the conveniently empty one next to him.

Miguel shoots her a look, but she ignores him.

“Really?” Gabi asks, beaming at her grandmother.

“I’d like to come with, if you don’t mind?” You ask, giving Connie a smile.

Miguel braces himself for his mother’s response.

“How sweet, but this is a family thing, we need to find her color for her quince.” His mother’s voice is saccharine sweet, and it turns his stomach.

“But she’s six?” You question, looking to him for guidance.

“It’s never too early to find your color.” His mother says.

“Of course, but children’s favorite colors often change as they grow older, shouldn’t we let Gabi make her color decision when she gets closer to fifteen?” Miguel sees you look towards Gabi, but she’s preoccupied with trying to beat Brett in some odd competition to see who can eat their pasta faster.

“Y/N is right, Mamá, Gabi is too young to decide what color she wants, why don’t we revisit this idea when she’s a bit older?” Miguel steps in, placing a hand on your knee to comfort you.

“You’re a man, Miguel, you don’t understand how important this is.” Connie dismisses him.

“I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but he’s her father, I’m sure he does.” You say, your smile growing tight.

He adores you, you who is trying so hard to befriend his mother for the sake of his daughter.

Connie smiles at you. “Poor dear, don’t worry, no one expects you to understand.”

You blink at her, stunned. “Oh—um, I mean, I grew up visiting Texas, I’ve attended quinceañeras before, I know how important they are to the family.”

“Yes, but, attending is not the same as hosting.” Connie laughs, the sound thin and mocking.

“Connie…” Nancy says quietly, her eyes scanning the table until they land on Brett and Gabi.

“Of course not, but Gabi is important to me, so anything that’s important to her is important to me.” You try to reason, clenching and unclenching your fingers around the stem of your still full drink.

Brett reads her glance and scoops her up, carrying her back towards the petting zoo, claiming he forgot to show her something super cool and important.

“And that’s wonderful to hear, but you don’t need to worry, really no one expects you to understand how important this is, you’re not her blood, her family, after all.” Connie smiles as she says this, and Nancy hides her face in her napkin.

Rages surges through him, but you beat him to it.

“I’m sorry?” Your grip on your drink would be enough to crack it if you had his enhanced strength.

“Connie, please.” Nancy says miserably. “Don’t do this.”

“Yeah, Connie, don’t say things you can’t take back.” You seethe.

Miguel’s feels trapped, stuck between two immovable forces, you, coming in hot with a rage he’s never seen before and his mother, radiating ice-cold contempt.

“You can call me Mrs. O’Hara, only family and friends call me Connie.”

“Mamá, y/n is Gabi’s mother, she—”

“I can handle everything a mother does.” You finish his sentence, fingers tap, tap, tapping angrily on the tablecloth.

Connie shakes her head. “It’s best to leave all the important things to me, or Ava, when Miguel finally gives up this little charade. You’re not her mother, and you never will be.”

Like a woman possessed, you shoot up, drink in hand, and throw it at her, champagne splattering across her and the tablecloth before you slam the glass against the table. It shatters, glass scattering across the pristine white tablecloth. “Don’t you ever fucking say that to me again.”

Miguel moves a millisecond before you do, wrapping his arms around you when you lunge. “Y/N!”

“Don’t you ever fucking say that to me. You miserable excuse for a mother, how dare you? You think that cheating bitch is better than me? When has she done anything but lie on her back and fuck with your son and granddaughter’s head?” You scream, fighting against Miguel’s grip as he pulls you away from the table.

“Y/N, please, calm down.” He begs, his enhanced senses helping him navigate around the other tables.

Monica rushes forward and takes what remains of the broken glass from you, before scrambling back to the table.

“Gabriella is my daughter, and I will give her the best damn quinceañera this city’s ever seen, and you will have to fucking watch from outside.” You continue, until Miguel slaps a hand over your mouth and drags you outside.

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serenelystrange · 30 days

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The fact that Buck hasn’t responded to any of his morning texts doesn’t immediately worry Eddie. He knows how easily Buck can get distracted sometimes. After all, they had seen each other less than twelve hours ago, and everything had been fine. He’s not even overly bothered when he gets to work and Buck isn't already there like he usually is. Traffic is an ever-present bitch.

When Bobby catches his elbow and pulls him aside before he can make it to the locker room, however, he quickly becomes concerned.

“Just a head’s up,” Bobby says as they step out of the way of the main path. “Buck texted me around four this morning to warn me he was going to be out sick. Just thought you’d like a warning ahead of time, you’ll be with Ravi today.”

Eddie frowns, then shakes his head at the amused look on Bobby’s face.

“Not about Ravi,” he says, “you know I like Ravi. I’m just wondering why Buck didn’t tell me he was sick. I just saw him las… recently.”

Bobby laughs, blatantly ignoring Eddie’s slip up. “Look,” he says, showing his phone screen to Edde, where the text exchange with Buck is visible.

Tell Eddie I’m fine, he’s just gonna worry. I just need to sleep it off.

Eddie heaves the deep sigh of the aggrieved.

“Why wouldn’t he just text me that?” Eddie huffs.

“He probably didn’t want to wake you up,” Bobby says. “Hey, at least you’re only on a 24 today. By this time tomorrow I’m sure he’ll be feeling a lot better.”

Eddie nods and accepts the friendly shoulder clap Bobby leaves as he walks back towards the loft stairs, but worries all the same.

You should’ve just told me you were sick. I would’ve at least brought you some meds before work. Text me when you wake up so I know you’re alive.

Eddie puts his phone face down in front of him on the table and tries to focus on the conversation Chim and Hen are having about Pop-Tarts? Maybe. Definitely something with frosting. The bell goes off before he can figure it out, and he types one last quick text before shoving the phone back in his pocket.

Feel better, baby.

Ten hours into the thankfully slow shift, Buck still hasn’t replied to any of this texts, or answered any of his calls, and Eddie is trying very hard to freak out. He tries his best not to fidget, but it’s a hard thing. He talks to Chris, who is having a nice night with Carla, and checks in on Abuela and Tia Pepa, who manage to distract him for a little while at least. As the clock nears 12 hours in, he feels a hand on his shoulder, and he looks up from his phone to see Bobby.

“I have Jannsen clocking in now,” Bobby says, “they’ll finish the second half of your shift. I can’t have you this distracted if we get a serious call.”

Eddie frowns.

“I can focus on the calls,” he says, “I just wish he’d answer the phone.”

Bobby hesitates, but then nods decisively.

“Listen, kid,” he says kindly, “I’m worried too. And I don’t want to call Maddie and scare her for no reason if he’s just asleep. Athena said she can go check on him as soon as it’s shift-change, but I think we both know he’d prefer it was you.”

“Why…” Eddie says, blushing lightly at Bobby’s knowing look.

“We’ll talk about all of that later,” Bobby says. “But for now, Hen and Chim packed you up a bag of supplies. Just do us a favor and let someone know he’s ok.”

“Yeah, of course,” Eddie says, standing and giving Bobby a grateful look.

“Thanks.”

“Buck?” Eddie calls out as he uses his key to enter Buck’s dark apartment. “You home?”

He notes Buck’s work bag and truck keys on the kitchen counter, so he assumes he hasn’t gone anywhere. Creeping up the stairs slowly, Eddie sees a lump under Buck’s fluffy comforter. Buck’s feet stick out at the bottom, curled together as if he’d been hunched over into the fetal position when he passed out. As he gets closer to the bed, Eddie notices the bathroom door is open, the air freshener night light casting the room in a blue glow, highlighting Buck’s phone sitting on the sink counter.

“Well, that explains why you didn’t answer anything,” Eddie says as he reaches the bed and sits down gingerly next to Buck, placing the bag of supplies on the floor for the time being.

His head is just peeking out at the top of the blanket, sweat-soaked curls splayed out, and Eddie wonders how he managed to even fall asleep in such a fevered state. He reaches out and brushes Buck’s hair out of his face before tugging the blanket down until it rests at his collarbone instead of his eyebrows.

“Buck?” he asks, relieved when he sees Buck’s chest rising and falling steadily. “You gotta wake up for a minute, ok?”

He rubs Buck’s head comfortingly before shaking his shoulder as gently as he can while still waking him up.

“Maddie?” Buck says, voice slurred in his half-asleep state. He frowns, eyes still closed, fighting consciousness.

“Not quite,” Eddie says, rubbing a thumb over Buck’s flushed cheekbone. “I can call her if you need, though.”

Eyes still closed, Buck finally seems to register Eddie’s voice, and he smiles.

“Eddie,” he says, sighing tiredly. “Cap was supposed to tell you I’m fine.”

“He did,” Eddie says, titling Buck’s face towards him. “Can you open your eyes for me, baby? Just so I can make sure you don’t have a concussion or something.”

“Baby,” Buck repeats, dreamily, and Eddie is both amused and concerned about how high Buck’s temperature must be.

Buck does eventually listen, looking up at Eddie with bloodshot but otherwise normal looking eyes.

“Didn’t hit my head,” Buck says, letting Eddie pull him up to sit against the headboard as he wakes up. “Just woke up at two in the morning feeling like I was underwater and also like I was run over by a firetruck.”

Eddie groans and Buck grins.

“Too soon?”

Eddie rolls his eyes but sighs in relief that Buck is at least well enough to be making jokes.

“Let me just text Bobby that you’re alive, and then we’ll get some meds and Gatorade into you. Hen sent those little oyster crackers you like, too.”

“So much better than the saltines,” Buck says, loopily. “I love Hen so much! And Chim, and Cap. And even Ravi.”

Eddie laughs, swallowing the pang of hurt at not being on the list, and reaches over to pat Buck’s arm.

“I know you do, bud,” he says, sending the text to Bobby with one hand before putting his phone down on Buck’s nightstands.

“I’m not your bud,” Buck says, frowning sadly and looking over at Eddie with shining eyes. “You said I was your baby. Don’t take that back.”

Eddie immediately feels like the worst person in the world, and grabs one of Buck’s hands to hold in his own.

“You are,” he assures him. “You can be both, don’t worry. Not taking anything back.”

“Ok, good,” Buck says, giving him a relieved smile. “I’d pretend I wasn’t sad, Eds, but I’d be so fucking sad.”

“No sadness,” Eddie says, giving Buck a fond smile. “Let’s get you fed and watered and then you can go back to sleep.”

Buck giggles.

“Just like a house plant,” he explains. “Will you sing to me, too? Singing helps the plants grow.”

Eddie laughs and gives Buck an exaggerated once-over. “Pretty sure you don’t need to get any bigger or stronger. And you definitely don’t need to be subjected to my singing voice.”

Buck doesn’t respond, but he does start off-key humming what sounds like What I Like About You, and Eddie blushes deeply at the scattered memories of that night over a year ago. How they’d been so close together, draped around one another. How the more they drank the more restricting his clothes had seemed, how they all cheered when his shirt was pulled off of him in pieces. How Buck had given him a look like he was about to devour him whole…before passing out on the floor in front of him.

Good times.

“That was a one-off,” Eddie says. “Now drink up.”

Buck does.

Buck perks up a little bit after he’s drank a bottle of Gatorade and eaten several handfuls of crackers, all without throwing up.

“You think you can manage a shower?” Eddie asks, eyeing the sweaty mess of Buck’s bed. “I can swap out your sheets and turn the A.C. up.”

“I think so,” Buck says, standing gingerly and stretching, pleased when he doesn’t immediately tilt over with dizziness.

“Go ahead then,” Eddie says, hovering as Buck starts walking, just in case. “I’ll be right here, just yell if you need me.”

“Or you could shower with me..” Buck says, leaning against the bathroom doorway enticingly.

Eddie smirks but shakes his head. “If I didn’t know you were leaning so you don’t fall down, I’d be more tempted. But we aren’t becoming a shower statistic. Imagine if the station responded to that 9-1-1 call?”

Buck shudders at the thought and accepts the defeat, leaving Eddie to sort out the bed as he goes to shower.

Eddie has just thrown down a new top sheet and light blanket in lieu of making up the whole bed, figuring they’ll have to swap it out again by the next day anyway, when Buck calls for him from the bathroom. Eddie walks in to find Buck wrapped in a towel and sitting back against the sink, hands braced on his thighs.

“Dizzy?” he guesses, and Buck just groans.

“Sinus pressure is a bitch,” Eddie says, moving and looping an arm around Buck’s waist so they can make their way to the bed.

He gets Buck seated on the bed while he waits out the dizzy spell to pass, and runs to grab another towel to start drying off whatever wet skin he can reach, taking special care to pat Buck’s hair dry gently.

“You don’t have to do that,” Buck says, sadly, and Eddie is surprised to see he looks like he’s moments away from bursting into tears.

“Shit,” he says. “What’s wrong? Of course I’m going to help you dry off, who wants to lay in a clean bed still damp?”

“You’re too nice to me,” Buck says, and he does start crying then, curling away when Eddie tries to touch his shoulders.

“Sorry,” Eddie says, pulling his hands back and giving Buck a worried look. “I was just trying to help.”

“I know,” Buck sobs, wrapping his arms around himself tightly and avoiding Eddie’s gaze. “This is why I didn’t want you to know I was sick.”

“Buck,” Eddie says, carefully taking a seat next to him but not touching. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but I’m going to take an educated guess and say that I probably didn’t do anything to hurt you. Did I?”

Buck shakes his head, tears slowing down but not stopping, still avoiding looking at Eddie.

“Can I hug you?” Eddie asks, tentatively.

Buck doesn’t answer, but he does lean his whole body against Eddie’s, sagging into his arms as he wraps them around him, and hides his wet face in Eddie’s LAFD t-shirt.

“You didn’t even stop to change first,” Buck says mournfully, and Eddie honestly doesn’t even know what to do with that.

“We’re going to talk about all of this,” Eddie says gently. “But first I’m going to finish drying you off and then you’re going to get some more sleep, ok?”

“Please don’t leave,” Buck says, so quietly that Eddie’s not sure if he was even supposed to hear it.

He wraps Buck up closer to him and presses a kiss against first his temple, then leans down to kiss each of Buck’s red cheeks.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby,” he promises. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Buck blessedly takes him at his word and seems to finally be able to calm down. Eddie breathes a sigh of relief.

By the time Eddie slides into the bed next to Buck, the tears are mostly gone, and Buck is looking over him with a contrite face.

“Sorry,” he says in a small voice. “I didn’t want you to see how I can get when I’m sick.”

“You’re allowed to be upset, Buck,” Eddie says, carefully, “even if I don’t really understand what upset you.”

Buck looks at him for a long moment, before turning on his side and reaching out to splay his hand out on Eddie’s chest, fingers just brushing his collarbone.

“I love you more than I can even put into words,” Buck says, “you know that?”

“You’ve said it a time or two,” Eddie teases. “And you know I feel the same way, right? I know we haven’t told the team about us yet, but this is it for me. You’re it for me.”

Buck’s mouth twitches and his eyes water again, and Eddie gives him an imploring look.

“Baby, you cannot cry every time I say something nice to you. Can you imagine how many tissues we’ll go through for the rest of our lives?”

Buck laughs at that, still watery, but there.

“You know how when you were little?” Buck says, tracing his fingers across Eddie’s skin. “And you got sick and your mom would like.. make you soup and let you watch game shows on tv instead of going to school?”

Eddie nods and gives him a little smile. “My mom or Abuela would smear me down with Vicks and let me cuddle up and watch their Telenovelas. Mom wasn’t so bad when my dad was actually around.”

“My mom didn’t do that,” Buck says quietly, and Eddie’s heart breaks all over again.

“She paid attention to me when I was hurt or sick,” Buck continues, “played the part, I guess. But it was like… it was like she couldn’t even look at me. Never mind comfort me.”

“Oh, Buck,” Eddie says. Every time Buck tells him a story from his childhood, his urge to murder the Buckleys gets stronger.

“I used to watch Full House and shows like that,” Buck says, “and they always did that thing where the mom or dad would feel the kid’s forehead for a fever, you know?”

Eddie nods.

“I used to wish she would even do that,” Buck says, sounding impossibly young. “But she just complained about how much of an inconvenience me being sick was on her life, and mostly ignored me.”

“Can I kill them both?” Eddie asks, half-kidding but half very much not.

“As tempting as that is,” Buck says, laughing wetly, “you probably shouldn’t. I would really miss you if you went to jail.”

Eddie huffs, covering Buck’s hand with his and squeezing it.

“Then I just won’t get caught.”

Buck laughs again and Eddie revels in the sound.

“I just hate it,” Buck admits, worrying his lip. “I hate that when I get sick like this, I still have to stupid overwhelming urge to want my mom.”

“It’s not stupid,” Eddie assures him. “Your parents were supposed to be the ones to comfort you, they failed you, not the other way around.”

“And it’s not even my actual mom,” Buck gives Eddie a grateful look before continuing, “it’s the idea of a mother who actually cared about me.”

“They’ll never find the bodies, Buck,” Eddie says. “No body, no crime.”

“God, I love you,” Buck says, “you absolute lunatic.”

Eddie grins, and pulls Buck’s palm up to his mouth so he can press a kiss to it.

“You asked for Maddie earlier,” he remembers suddenly. “Did you want me to call her?”

Buck shakes his head, smiling sleepily.

“I was just out of it,” he says. “And Maddie was the only one to actually take care of me back then. I think I forgot where I was. Or when, I guess.”

“Happy to remind you,” Eddie says, “even if I just know that I’m gonna wake up sick tomorrow. Surprised I didn’t get hit the same time as you, honestly.”

“I have some vapor rub in the bathroom,” Buck says teasingly, “and we both know you’ve been dying to see who the father of Valentina’s baby is.”

“Mateo and Matias are identical twins!” Eddie exclaims, “how will they even know?”

Buck gives him an indulgent smile.

“I bet it’s actually Sebastian’s baby. You saw how close they were at that wedding.”

“Why would you say that to me?” Eddie asks, aghast. “Now I’m not going to be able to stop thinking about it.”

“We’ll find out tomorrow,” Buck soothes him. “Now be a good boyfriend and cuddle me better. Please?”

Eddie huffs about the tv theory again but lifts his arms obligingly so Buck can settle down comfortably on his chest, before wrapping them around him once again.

“Get some sleep,” he says, nuzzling Buck’s hair and breathing in the citrus-y shampoo scent. “I’ll make us omelets and bacon in the morning.”

Buck laughs in disbelief against his chest, and Eddie rolls his eyes playfully.

“Fine,” he concedes. “I’ll order us omelets and bacon in the morning.”

Buck shakes Eddie’s whole chest with the resulting giggles, and he might be annoyed if he wasn’t so disgustingly in love with the man.

“Laugh it up, chuckles,” Eddie says, unable to keep the fondness from his voice despite his best efforts.

Still, he considers as he closes his eyes, surrounded by Buck, some things are worth a little teasing.

The End

#buddie #buck x eddie #buddie fic #911 fic #evan buckley x eddie diaz

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lethargicmouse · 1 year

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lizzie and tommy (:

I’ve always been a fan of Lizzie. I found her character so interesting, solely because I found her to be so tough, but also have so much love and femininity to her. However, I also liked Grace– she was strong and cunning and dang she fell for a gangster! However, I felt her character was underbaked (because she literally died. Great for Tommy’s character development– bad for Grace). What prompted me to write this all out was me running out of Lizzie and Tommy fics to read and turning to Tommy and Grace fics. The first (and frankly only one I read), was Thomas Shelby laughs in his sleep, or at least he used to. by @i-just-look-at-pictures on AO3, and it really fleshed out Grace’s character for me, it filled in the holes in their relationship that the show didn’t cover. It made me realize how stark (haha), the differences between both relationships are. Grace gave us the forbidden love, marriage trope, love at first sight type deal whereas Lizzie gives us the redemption arc (literally RUBY.) and a slow burn.

In my first watch-through of Peaky Blinders I loved Tommy and Grace’s dynamic– and I still do; however, after watching it back it was not the most healthy thing on the planet. But really what relationship with a man like Tommy can be? For me Tommy’s love for Grace was an obsession– she was a perfect posh girl and man, how could a girl like her fall in love with a guy like him?! But she did, because Tommy really liked her so he was soft Tommy with her. (That is why she fell in love with him, not like May who liked him for the thrill of a gangster– no shame on May, though. She is a strong woman who knows who she is. And I would totally fall for a hot gangster, too.) Grace challenged Tommy in ways women hadn’t before (excluding Polly because she’s more like a mother figure to him); however, she accepted him for the dirty gangster he was and didn’t try to fix him (because she was just as dirty as he was. Also, a lot of people say that Grace was Tommy in girl form– but helloooo ADA?!). For me, this is neither good nor bad, well maybe a little bad. Like I said before, Grace challenged him, but not in the ways that I feel like could’ve benefitted Tommy as a person, but then again Tommy wouldn’t have dared to soil his perfect Grace with the dirty dealings of the illegal business. So it was a fault all around, really, in my opinion. Grace could’ve thrived in the illegal business dealings (she’s a smart girl!), but it was the illegal business that was her demise. (I don’t believe for a second Lizzie had any intention of starting a war, and she didn’t start it. John did. Lizzie just wanted a normal life. But did she really like Angel, orrr was he a distraction from Tommy? We all know the truth.) Tommy ruined Grace, but look at how her death ruined him. Her apparition (originating from the stupid drugs) is the personification of his guilt. Grace doesn’t call him to the afterlife– his guilt for his gang business does!

Lizzie however, was different. She was involved in the dirty business from the beginning. She knew who Tommy was pre-war, and she knows who he is now. And look at how she hoisted herself up out of the gutter. She took those typing classes to stop whoring. She tried to get out of it with John (but we all know how that went– and I personally don’t think that was Tommy keeping Lzzie for himself, that was Tommy protecting John). She took the initiative to clean up her life and Tommy just aided her in the fact by giving her a job (truthfully, all he has ever helped her with was money). Regardless of all that, I truly believe (and it’s evident–blatantly obvious even) that she was in love with Tommy from the beginning. Two of my favorite Tommy and Lzzie scenes are as follows: the one where she asks him to pretend like they’re ordinary people (kills me every time. Hurts my soul. My poor baby Lizzie girl.) and the typewriter scene where he offers her the job (the manner in which he went about it was stunning. I would’ve died.)

As the story goes, Tommy goes back to Lizzie relatively quickly after Grace dies (excluding the Tatiana madness). I’ve seen posts that blame Lizzie for this, that she jumped on Tommy after Grace died because she was jealous. I have no doubt in my mind she was jealous– but she has enough decorum to withhold that and act like a lady. Lizzie grounds Tommy. Yes, they were toxic (My property? Not cool. Infidelity? Not healthy! Telling her to abort the baby? Nooo thanks– and she was so excited! “A piece of me and you” CRYING); however, I feel like they understood each other on another level. They’ve known each other for what, 15+ years? And they’ve been married for what, 8 of those years? Gosh, they know each other inside and out. Their relationship, obviously, is very sexually based. Lizzie was a whore for pity’s sake, and Tommy himself is probably the biggest whore on the show (literally seducing poor Jessie Eden for personal gain?!). I’m sure Lizzie was able to read Tommy like an open book and vice versa! Just look at how they push each other's buttons! Him telling her he still pays her for it, and her giving him the bullets in the mud. Neither was a good situation– a) that’s a horrific way to push someone when you know that bothers them b) that is not how you deal with a suicidal person. But look at all that harm and trauma we see they cause each other because of years of hurt from each other and others. This is where we see Lizzie break for the first time, in my opinion. For her family comes first, even over her one-sided love, and Tommy was willing to break that family.

Lizzie’s two best qualities (but perhaps it was also these that lead to her demise) were her unwavering loyalty and her ability to care. The former is probably why I relate to her so much. Even after Tommy screwed up her first chance at a normal life with John, left her to get raped at Epsom, told her she was property, let Diana publicly humiliate her, mocked her attempts at divorce, told her to abort their child, (I’m sure there’s more) she stayed. Because she freaking loved him and cared for him. He trusted her as a secretary to have a foot in both businesses, but he never trusted her like he trusted Grace (which is completely ironic to me because Grace betrayed all of them. But look at how much he is like Lizzie in this way. Forgiving personal transgressions because you love them sooooo much.), because he trusted Grace with his head– not the business. Lizzie was the opposite. Her loyalty to him was intertwined with her ability to care. Like the man himself said, “It was you who stopped my heart from breaking”. I’m not the best writer, but aniray conveys this perfectly in their fic A Bit of Soft (In a Broken Place). Lizzie is always there for him and cares for him. She fulfills his needs. Her ability to care was shown really, though, with the children. Charlie calls her mum (which I know a lot of people don’t like– but she took the child of the woman who she probably was jealous of and genuinely loved him as her own) and Charlie’s bond with Ruby is so adorable. Lizzie was meant to be a mom! And Tommy gave her that. And like I said earlier when Tommy was willing to give up his fatherly duties to be reunited with Grace, Lizzie reminded him of his duties at home (albeit in a not-so-nice way). Because that’s what really important to her. The well-being of those children. And that’s what finally drove her to leave, was Tommy’s craziness about Ruby’s illness and his lack of presence at her death. There is no doubt in my mind Tommy loved Ruby, and he really went to the ends of the earth to save her. But when he wasn’t there to hold her hand (and Lizzie’s hand) as she died, that’s what did it. Not the infidelity, not the sham of a marriage, not the drugs (she knew what she signed up for. A marriage for looks. She was ok with being the one who cared more.), but the lack of care (in the way she thought, and really it was the way that he needed to be, mattered). This is also why she couldn’t have been the black cat. A) She wanted to get as far away from her whoring days so she isn’t talking to Mosely B) she loves Tommy too much (to her own disgust) to betray him like that C) it’d hurt her family D) She was for sure at that violin recital! She wouldn’t’ve missed it for the world!

But really he did love her, Lizzie– definitely like he loved his family (she was family), and I think he definitely had the potential to be in love with her. He’s now realizing that she was essential to his life (because he likes nice, soft things). However, Lizzie (thank goodness) has realized he’s never brought anything good into her life (excluding Ruby, her angel), and the hurt outweighs the crumbs of kindness and left him. She doesn’t deserve him. Like I said earlier Lizzie, I believe, will be the catalyst for his redemption (Just look at how Ruby saved him!). Yes. They are toxic and their relationship in the show is most certainly not healthy one bit! But, there is potential for love.

Here’s some fic recs that really illustrate their relationship:

For me all of these authors are amazing, I just stick to Lizzie/Tommy really. No Tommy/Alfie for me. All are on Ao3

@aniray:

* a lot of these are things that happened in the show with alternate happenings. The third one down though is stunning though. Like bro, it’s canon for me!

Open Hands

A Touch of Change

A Bit of Soft (In a Broken Place)

A Different Kind of Love

Into the Mist

Slipping into Dreams

Everything

@deadendtracks :

*these two are series

Get it wrong, get it right

Possibility of a Blade

justrosey:

Someone is digging your grave right now, someone is drawing a bath to wash you clean

No more canaries in the mine

@divinekangaroo:

*series

The Last Second Ending

Emma_Perlman:

*series that’s au after season 6! Redemption! Strong Lizzie!!

The Siren Sings

@xxsparksxx :

*series

Armistice

@emjenenla :

Even though you don’t mean to hurt me, you keep tearing me apart

ANYWAY! Please talk to me about them I'm losing my mind.

#tommy shelby x lizzie stark #tommy x lizzie #tommy shelby #lizzie stark #lizzie shelby #grace burgess #ruby shelby #charlie shelby #peaky blinders

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haley-cassandra · 7 months

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It accidentally became a hyper focus, because my brain does that when people are blatantly lying about a situation… but like. It’s like she forgot about the fact that her dumbass babydaddy actually was trying to the best of his abilities; albeit the best of his ability was calling her after a couple of hours because he didn’t know how to change a diaper and no one in the house he was living in would help him at all, wouldn’t even buy the man a pack of diapers for the child. She’s going to frame him wanting nothing to do with HER as him not wanting his child, and that’s wrong. If I had a kid with her I’d move to Lexington and never speak to her again too. Especially since she stayed tf on Facebook talking shit no matter what he did; didn’t take the kid, deadbeat, took the kid, negligent. She’s literally mad to be mad. 6 whole years later, acting like he isn’t a person capable of growth and maturity. It’s not like she’d let him see his child if he decided to try to come back into his life anyway, so I don’t understand what the fuck her problem is with him having a child that he does provide for. And if she did let him see the kid, she’d find any small detail that she could and blow it completely out of proportion to find a way to keep the kid from him, so she can bitch about him on Facebook some more and garner support from pick me bitches.

But one thing you’ll never catch my ass saying is he was right or he did things correctly or he went about his whole decision making process the right way, or that he was good to her or that he loved and supported her. He was a horrendously shitty dude to her. He loved that baby tho. Loves that baby. And I’m frankly just sick and tired of her trying to play the victim card with him abandoning his kid, and yea that’s what he did but that doesn’t mean he didn’t want his child. He didn’t want her. Was she a victim of domestic violence and abuse at the hands of her baby father? Yes. Did him leaving cause irreparable damage to their child? Yea, but that’s probably got more to do with the fact that his mother is in control of the narrative for that one and so he’s going to grow up genuinely thinking his dad didn’t want him. And that sucks. Because it’s not true.

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lockedtowers · 7 months

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Now one thing really important imo is cassie’s autism, and as i’m audhd in real life, i feel i can talk about it really well based around not only my experiences, but those around me. and a really important thing about it is how you really cannot separate that from her. it’s how her brain was developed and how it functions, without it she’d be an entirely different person, the way the organ that all your other organs connect and listen to is kind of how one is forced to exist in any situation anyways and that’s really not any different here. but cassie, also like me, has been forced to mask so much that sometimes it would be hard for others to really spot the traits even though they’re blatantly there (which i dont mean the faerie traits, i know its a running gag that people will be like ‘oh my perfect baby was replaced by a changeling bc look at how it acts!!!) but no, like yes i do have a lot of faerie characters that are also autistic but autism is also a genetic thing, so chances are if you have it, someone else in your family has it too. you aint off the hook bish. )

now one of the most noticeable things about cassie, at least regarding her main/syfy verse, is the fact she doesn’t really have her own built strong moral compass. like she got in trouble with march and the QoH because she refused to kill a child, she felt like that wasnt okay, and that was a strong reason as to why she wanted to get away, but the stronger reasoning was placed in the arrangement with jack that she had no say in. she’s never had much say in her own life until she was assigned as march’s protégé, so it wasn’t like she wasn’t used to not making choices for herself, but she does not like jack. she does not like the way he looks at her. she hates the way he acts like he owns her. she did not want to be tied to him for any reason at all, and that well and truly fueled her desire to escape that life.

but she doesn’t necessarily understand morality at all, the queen of hearts doesn’t care for that kind of talk to begin with and prefers using the wonders to control people. march of course, while he grew fond of her, wasnt exactly a strong moral compass, but he swayed her a lot while she was with him because she was overall mirroring him. something she tends to do a lot. like, it’s very very noticeable that her best ‘moral moments’ would be when she was with hatter, because despite his own skewed moral compass he’s a better person than a lot of wonderland is, and while she still behaved the way she understood (bring him strays, for instance, because its better if he gets the humans than the hearts, even tho w some of my past friends he would extract the negative emotions from them too which is also kind of scummy but again, cassie wouldn’t understand why that’s bad, she just knows he doesn’t necessarily mind getting the strays so she’ll keep doing it.) she was supposed to, her ability to care about other people was a lot stronger while she was with hatter.

and that really continues on outside of wonderland, too. like girl gave up the freedom she hunted for for years to ensure hatter wouldn’t be killed. she is known to be foolishly loyal to a fault to people she thinks care about her. if you’re nice to her, she’ll probably follow you around and shit because she doesn’t know why she wouldn’t do that. and there are people she’s met who will call her out on shit, like ‘oh hey murders really not okay’ and she’ll be confused for sure and ask why, she’s going to ask why, because thats what she knows and what she understands, and why its ‘not okay’ isnt something she understands, especially since she was still doing it with hatter, if people threatened him she’s just off them and hide the remains because she didn’t want him to get hurt.

which is another thing entirely, how self sacrificial she is, and was, even without a moral system in her little head. because she sees someone in danger that she cares about, she’ll risk her life to save them no thoughts behind it. she’s a necromancy witch and it bled into her faerie power, she cannot really stay dead except in certain situations, but she doesn’t understand or know about that. as far as she knows, its a fluke that’ll end at some point, and if she dies protecting the people she cares about, then its fine… except she ends up protecting people she doesn’t know, too. and a lot of times she’ll do things and protect people who honestly dont give a shit about her.

but that's why i’ll say, a lot of the times, she will act similarly to the first person who finds her in any given situation depending on how they act with her. she’s never had that level of freedom before, and even with the new level of freedom, she also knows she’s still being hunted by jack. she doesn’t get why he views her as such a threat, but she knows he does. but she also doesn’t know how humans interact with each other. as her fae side is half unseelie, she is not able to lie, she physically cannot lie in any way. the worst she can do is avoid answering or respond in such a way that the information is true, but bundled so you can’t figure out what she means. as a cat, and specifically a cheshire cat, she already speaks in a ‘weird’ fashion to most, but theres reason behind that.

and she ends up behaving like the people she spends the most time around because she is always observing them, always watching, and learning their behaviors, learning their nuances, and repeating them back to the person. she’s watching, and she’s mirroring, which is both an autism related thing and a cat related thing funnily enough (a LOT of cat behaviors and autism behaviors are similar, tbh, its weird) and unfortunately most of her understanding and comprehension and mirrored traits have come from the men in her life (and any perkiness or excitability probably came from watching carlotta, tbh) and she struggles a lot with socialization since she doesn’t necessarily understand, but she will be the most loyal person you can find or have on your team. it’s just a matter of how well behaved she’ll be in the process.

#in the poems and the sands | headcanon #ur casual reminder that cassie will follow people to the ends of the earth and back #and the fact she gets betrayed by the people she loves so often is really really sad #if i went over the ways jeffersons accidentally betrayed her in ouat verse and she STILL follows him everywhere it just

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turianmailman · 2 years

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Ok so I just looked through all you kogkag art and I am in love! You draw Koga so well and it's nice to find someone else who ships kogkag. Out of curiosity, do you ship anything else in Inuyasha?

This is so out of left field, but — Sango x Inuyasha — literally because of that one time he prevented her from killing herself and Kohaku

They’re also just. Extremely normal around each other and I love that for them as opposed to their very canon, very unsavory relationships they end up in.

#I know for a fact she wouldn’t baby him and call him out BLATANTLY #and inuyasha himself can be weirdly perceptive and decisive when it matters #and with Sango I think that’s really helpful when it comes to her brother her traumas and her future #there’s also a gif set where she tries to make him sit and he has a Pavlovian response and girl KNEW it wouldn’t work #idk I just think they work like a well oiled machine and who’s to say that smoothness wouldn’t translate to a relationship #I value ships where when the characters get together things just. fall into place naturally and they give that vibe #no drama no mystic well breakups or non consensual butt touching LOLLLL #in a series where everyone drinks stupid water and nothing ever goes right …. I need this #people talkin #anon #not art

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could you please do more of jack talking you through your orgasm? maybe him making you squirt for the first time or you guys experimenting with overstimulation for the first time? either would be lovely - 🪷

Hey 🪷 anon! I got a couple other requests about squirting so I decided to combine them all together, I hope that’s okay! 🤍

Other requests:

1. Reader makes jack jealous and he frustrations are out when you get to the bed room squirting pleas 🫣

2. Squirting for the first time and jack making a girl squirt for the first time 👀

A/N: a million billion trillion words. yeah. 👍. Also hated how I ended this lol but I just wanted to be finished at that point tbh hahah

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You had intentionally been teasing Jack all night at an event you were at. He had been in work mode all day and now all evening, you were growing restless and annoyed with him due to the lack of attention he was giving you- despite the fact that he actually asked (begged more like it) for you to be there with him. To rile him up a bit so he would finally give you some attention and affection, you went to the bar to get a drink. Jack looked up from his conversation when you left, still nodding his head at the person he was talking to but his eyes were on you.

It only took a minute for a man to come up and talk to you, and you smiled kindly at him, not blatantly flirting with him, but just enough for it to be insinuated as you felt Jack’s stare on you. The man kept talking -not that you were invested- you were just waiting for Jack to make his move. You smiled and laughed at whatever he said, looking at him with innocent eyes but a devilish smile. You leaned into him a little more to hear him properly, and he leaned into your ear and then put his hand on your lower back. That’s when Jack had had enough of your games, joking or not.

He got up -not bothering to conclude the conversation he was having- and walked over to you in just a few strides. He came up behind you, putting his hands on your waist, wrapping them around your stomach and pulling you into his chest. He gave you a kiss on your cheek and a small peck on your neck before turning his head to the dumbfounded man in front of you.

“Hey baby, who’s this?” He asked you, looking the man up and down. His tone was friendly, but you knew he was far from that.

“Hey man-“ the guy started to speak, but Jack quickly cut him off.

“I’m sorry dude, my girl and I gotta dip. Nice to meet you though.” He said rudely, pulling you away from the bar and out to his car.

“Jack what the hell you didn’t have to be so rude.” You said settling in the passenger seat.

“Rude? You thought that was rude? What do you call it when your girlfriend starts entertaining a random dude, while her boyfriend is doing business, cause I’d call that more than rude sweetheart.” He said sternly, but his hand that was creeping up your left thigh told you that although he was clearly jealous, he was about to fuck you real good.

You felt butterflies in your stomach erupt at the excitement and desire, and you licked your lips before challenging him back.

“Maybe if her boyfriend paid attention to her a little more, she wouldn’t have to seek out someone else for it.” You muttered.

“Aww that’s what my baby wanted? A little attention, huh? All you had to do was just ask princess.” He said as he stopped at a red light and his hand slid up your skirt to rub on what he found out to be your bare pussy.

“No panties ma? Oh you reeaally wanted to fuck with me? So fucking needy for me that you decided to not put panties on and risk letting anyone see what’s mine? Did you want him to see you? See you so ready to spread your legs?” He said as his fingers rubbed through your slick folds and his thumb pressed at a delicious pressure on your clit.

“Shit-“ you groaned out, gripping your car seat and squeezed your eyes shut at the sensation.

“No right? You wouldn’t do that, you know that I’m the only one who can make you feel like this. But you know I don’t play that bs you pulled back there y/n, so since you’re so desperate, I’ll give you what you want. Is this enough attention for you ma? Hmm?” He asked.

“M-more-“ you uttered out, spreading your legs a little more and bucking your hips up against Jack’s fingers.

“Oh my baby wants more? Need me that bad huh mamas?” He said, finally thrusting his index and middle finger in you, the pads of his fingers rubbing right up against your gspot.

“Fuck Jack, oh my god-“ you groaned out, clutching his arm as his thumb rolled circles into your clit. Your orgasm was starting to build in the pit of your stomach, until Jack abruptly pulled his hand away from you.

Your eyes flashed open, jaw still hanging and fingers still gripping the seat in response to the immense pleasure you felt seconds ago.

“Wha-, why did-“ you started before Jack cut you off.

“Here’s the deal beautiful, I’m gonna give you all the attention you want, but you’re gonna cum when I say so. So we both get something.” He said, sucking your wetness off his fingers before letting out a “mmm”. He turned onto y’all’s street and parked in his assigned parking spot. Jack got out the car and went over to open your side and help you out. He took your hand and took fast long strides, making you quicken your steps- practically running to keep up with him- and the two of you entered the building and then the elevator.

The second after the doors closed Jack pushed you up against the elevator wall, his right knee tucked inbetween your legs, up against your pussy and his hands on your lower back. He leaned down to bring you into a rough and nasty kiss.

“Use me to make yourself cum by the time we get to our floor.” He said pulling away. “Think you can manage that?”

You nodded your head quickly and started to grind your wet pussy against his light blue jean clad thigh. The rough denim was exhilarating against your clit, you almost came right there.

Jack and your apartment was on the top floor, so you had maybe 2 minutes to get off - max. You moved your hips at a fast pace while Jack slid his hand under your top and massaged your breasts. His lips found your neck and began to suck on it while altering with whispering dirty things in your ear.

“You dressed up so pretty tonight, all for me baby? I’m sorry you felt like I wasn’t giving you enough attention, that ends right now. I love these tits of yours, so pretty, love how they feel in my hands and in my mouth-“ he said before leaning down to capture your right breast in his mouth, sucking and tugging on your nipple.

“Fuck Jack, I- I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum J-“ you moaned out as you threw your head back. Jack’s hands moved to your hips and grounded you against his thigh harder as you came.

The electric feeling that went up your spine as you came was indescribable. Your hips rutted against Jack’s thigh, eventually slowing to stop as you let your orgasm wash over you. Jack kept kissing your neck and fondling your breasts until he let you lean on him and he ceased his actions just as the elevator doors opened.

He lifted your chin with his finger to look at him.

“Such a good girl f’me mamas..” he whispered his hand caressing your cheek. Your knees were weak but you felt you pussy clench at his words. It felt so good being his, so good being good for him; the praise he showered you in was ecstasy- you couldn’t get enough of it.

Jack saw the slight tiredness in your eyes from your comedown and chuckled.

“Don’t tell me your tired already pretty girl? I got more in store for you, cmon-“ he said lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder and slapping your ass before exiting the elevator and making his was into your apartment.

Jack kicked the door closed with his foot and walked the two of you into the bedroom and gently tossed you onto the bed, making you bounce a little and giggle. Jack looked at you sternly, and you quieted down and waited for his next move. A devilish smile was spread across his face as he walked up to the edge of the bed where you were sitting. His right hand went to caress your cheek again, tilting you up to look at him, the height difference more established now that you were essentially face to face with his crotch. You loved when this side of Jack came out; you were more submissive than he was and Jack had no problem being dominant if it made you act like this. Jack was never overly dominant as he loved to be soft and attentive with you during sex, he loved the intimacy and so did you. But every once in a while one of you would like to throw a wrench in your usual mix, and get a little rough and nasty.

“You’re so pretty baby, lay back for me and let me take care of you just like you desperately wanted yeah?” He said in a taunting tone as you scrambled to spread out on the bed for him. Jack took his shirt and shoes off, doing the same with yours and then moved to climb on top of you. He brought you in for a heated kiss and your hands went to his curls. He started placing sloppy kisses against your neck and down your now bare chest. He enveloped your left nipple inbetween his soft lips, sucking and licking making you arch your back into him and tug at his hair.

“Oh fuck Jack-“ you whined out at the sensation. He chuckled, the vibration from his mouth making your senses fuzzy. He continued the same process to you right breast and then slowly kissed his way down your body, shimmying you skirt up to your waist. His warm breath was now taunting you as you felt it on your thong covered pussy. He was driving you crazy- just as you had did him at the bar. It blurred the feelings of anger and being impatient with his speed, with neediness and a euphoric pleasure. He smirked at your hips instinctively jerking upwards, and finally decided to tear your thong in one quick motion and dive tongue first into your heat.

Fuuuckkkk yesyesyes, oh my god-“ you cried out. Jack’s tongue lapped at your folds and he zeroed in on your clit, tugging and teasing at it. You could feel yourself about to cum again, quicker than last time and you let out a loud moan as your orgasm came crashing. Jack kept his grip on your thighs, burying his face so that his nose rubbed against your sensitive clit- making you almost cry at the overstimulation.

He finally let go of your thighs and gave your clit a quick final kiss before looking up at you. You weren’t aware as your eyes were still screwed shut trying to recover from your intense orgasm, but Jack’s entire face from the tip of his nose down was covered in your slick. You finally opened your eyes, looking at him with hazy eyes and a small smile on your face.

“You wanna take a picture?” He said smiling.

“Kinda, yeah” you laughed softly. Jack tossed you your phone, and you opened the camera and took a picture. You threw it back to him so he could see.

“For bitches in your DMs” you said smirking.

“I don’t wanna send this in the DMs, I’d rather post it on my story to be honest.” He said grinning at you. You gave him a look that said ‘cut the shit right now’ and he rubbed your thigh and continued.

“But I won’t. Since we love our privacy.” He said kissing your thighs before reaching under the bed for something. You had shut your eyes again, resting back on the bed until you heard a buzzing noise. You craned your neck up to look at him now standing without his underwear and your rose toy vibrator in his hand.

Your eyes widened a little. “Jack, I-I don’t know if I can cum again, it’ll be too much.” You said with an intimidated tone.

“Too much?-“ He said stepping closer and his hard dick bounced a little, the tip glistening with precum.

“You were the one who wanted attention remember? I’m just fulfilling my girlfriends wishes, am I not a good boyfriend? You asked, and I’m delivering baby.” He said with a playful smirk.

He pressed the toy against your clit and you arched your back instantly and let out a high pitched moan, almost a squeal. You were soaked and the overstimulating was enough to want to claw at your face in pleasure. Suddenly you felt your boyfriend’s dick at your entrance, and his free hand at your hip, rubbing circles with his thumb signaling his next moves. He slid in you with ease, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you exhaled and Jack let out a deep moan.

“Jesus fucking Christ y/n you’re so wet and tight, all for me sweetheart, I’m the only one you want fucking you like this right baby?” He grunted in your ear as his hips snapped against yours at a fast pace. With Jack’s dick nudging against that sweet spot at your core and your clit being delectably tortured by the vibrator, you couldn’t take it anymore. You came, hard, and squeezed around Jack’s dick that he came as well. He quickly pulled out, feeling a pressure against him and a gush of liquid squirted against his dick and abdomen as he heard the most erotic squeal from the angel in front of him.

Your makeup was smudged, hair riled, and cheeks tear stained from the tears that slipped from you when you squirted. Jack looked at you with such adoration and love. He held in a giggle as he noticed your legs twitching every few seconds.

“Aw smush… did you just squirt for me? You’ve never done that before right? So hot…” he said in a low tone, eyes taking in your figure that was splayed out on the bed.

“H-holy shit J” you managed to stutter out. All of your senses were out of whack, you couldn’t decide on what to focus on, to ground yourself to while you came down from your orgasm.

“You did so well for me tonight beautiful, you’re always so good for me. Love you so much smush, you’re too good to me. You look so pretty when you cum, I fall in love all over again when I see your face scrunch up like that and I hear those sweet moans of yours. I swear your made for me baby, you’re my soulmate, we find each other in every timeline.” Jack talked you through your comedown, getting a little on the deep side.

Chills went up your spine as your chest tried to return to an even breathing pace and you swore you were on cocaine or molly or something. There wasn’t any other feeling like this; the close proximity of your bodies as Jack held you in his arms pressed close against his chest, him whispering in your ear and confessing his feelings for you- it felt like a dream.

Jack just kissed your neck softly and hummed until you came back to him.

“You okay baby? Was it too much? What can I do for you?”

“I’m okay smush. Just tired, but good tired- a great tired. Shit.. you just made me squirt-“ you said laughing in disbelief.

“That was fucking amazing. Best sex I’ve ever had.” you continued, your body feeling heavier as you spoke.

“Cmon baby, let’s go take a bath and then we’ll come back and sleep okay? I’ll get you some water and snack, whatever you want.” Jack said carrying you to the bathroom and you relaxed into him, letting him take care of you for the rest of the night.

#🪷 anon #anon #jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jack harlow smut

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fangirlandtheories · 2 years

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As requested: The Eddie Pinning Steve To The Wall Awakening. Please note that this is not a part of any completed works but may be used in the future. If that is the case, I'll put a little more effort into the writing, but for now it's a quick rough draft of the scene in my mind. Without further ado...

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“Just know that I hate you and will never be able to recover from this betrayal.” Robin pouted.

“Robin-” Steve huffed, rolling his eyes.

“And know that if she knew you did things like that, things so blatantly antifeminist, she’d never even want to speak to you.”

“You’re just mad I called dibs first.” Steve chuckled quietly before making his way to the counter where a very pretty young lady stood waiting to check out. “Did you find everything you were looking for today?”

“So professional.” Eddie snickered from the corner where he was thumbing through a magazine. Robin had moved beside him, peering down at the glossy pages with him. “He never asks me that…”

“That’s because you drape yourself all over him the whole time you’re here like some sort of chimpanzee baby.” Robin rolled her eyes before glancing back at Steve. “Trust me, you’re not the one who needs help finding something.” He was running a hand through his hair, lips moving quickly and eyes way too wide. Robin could tell from the way the woman had backed up a full step that she was not interested in the conversation. Score one for the ‘You Suck’ board.

“Thanks for keeping it in the family!” Steve called after her as the woman left as quickly as she could. Eddie made a face at him before he burst out laughing.

“The fuck did you just say Harrington?”

“Keeping it in the family… Because it’s a Family Video…” Steve’s brows furrowed as Eddie gasped for breath, laughing harder. “What’s so funny? Robin specifically told me that Keith said-” He noticed the tears gathering in Robin’s eyes as she laughed just as hard as Eddie. “Oh my God, I hate you. You are a monster, you know that? I hope you get a pimple right on your chin so all the pretty girls will see it.”

“I’d still have better game than you.” She stuck her tongue out at him as they joined him behind the counter. The store, thankfully, was empty so Eddie could get away with being tucked before the registers.

“Yeah because girl’s love it when you ramble to them about your shitty mobile skills from when you were a baby.” Steve turned to her. “In fact, for all the shit you give me about not being able to pick up girls, when was the last time YOU successfully did it?” He bent down to tie his shoelace but found himself distracted by Eddie's grin.

“He’s got you there, Buck.” Eddie nodded in agreement, before noting Steve’s smug grin in her direction. “I wouldn’t be too proud there, Steve-O, your skills are abysmal at best.” Steve noted the way he drew out the word the same way Tim Curry had in Rocky Horror. “Luckily for both of you, The Eddie Munson School of Seduction is having discounted rates right now. For the low, low price of $19.99 plus shipping and handling, you too can learn how to charm your way into Fort Knox and out of prison.” Steve’s brows bunched together as he rose quickly from his kneeling position, abandoning his loose laces.

“Riiiiight.” Steve smirked. “The King of Hellfire is a well known seduction master.” His tone was clearly full of doubt. Eddie caught Robin’s eye, mischievous grin spreading, before Steve found himself pinned against the wall. Both of his hands were held in one of Eddie’s, rings warm against the back of his knuckles, while the other hand rested on Steve’s shoulder. He gazed into the honey pools of Steve’s eyes with an intensity that made Steve feel a little weak. He didn’t know where to look, feeling his cheeks warming in an instant.

“That’s right, Big Boy.” Eddie purred in that husky tone that suddenly drove Steve’s nerves into overdrive. He even licked his lips, drawing attention to them in a way Steve couldn’t tear himself away from. That was new. You could hear a pin drop in the store as time seemed to slow, Eddie inching closer and closer, Steve’s eyes shutting as he felt a heat bloom in his chest. Just when he anticipated their lips meeting, Eddie planted a gentle kiss to his nose before winking and releasing his hands. Steve’s body felt like electricity was coursing through it as he stepped away from the wall.

It was then, and only then, that the universe decided to remind him that he still hadn’t tied his shoe.Steve pitched forward as he stepped on his own converse lace, missing smacking his head by the grace of the man holding onto his shoulder. “Careful pretty,” The husky growl remained, this time much closer to Steve’s ear. “I’d hate to see you fall.” But it was much too late for that. Icarus had officially met the Sun.

#steve and eddie #my writing #steddie #steddie fanfic #Barely #Stranger Things #Steve Harrington #robin buckley #Eddie Munson

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sukirichi · 3 years

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reckless [01.]

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

✘ cw. explicit smut, accidental pregnancy, playboy! gojo, slight angst

✘ note. dedicated to wifey @7tsumurai who also made the banner and always supports me and showers me with love aaaa i love you baby <3 also this fic is mostly romance and fluff so i hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it! thank you to @chosonore for pr-ing UWU. and we get like...10-15 chapters of this?!

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You shouldn’t be doing this.

The night was young; streaks of gold flashing with the shimmering jewellery collared on your neck, the romantic humming of the violins pairing perfectly with the champagne that fizzed in your hand. It was supposed to be another day at work where you accompanied your boss to one of his events, considering the Casanova refused to bring his girlfriends in fear they might get the wrong idea he liked them outside the bed. It should be just another day at work; you’ve accompanied him hundreds of times before. Today wasn’t any different.

And yet it was.

You blamed it on the alcohol. On the slow dancing. On the fact he hadn’t stopped complimenting you all night and you’d been so stressed, the amount of planning and sleepless nights sacrificed in exchange of preparing for this event made you grab for three more flutes, the touch of your undeniable attractive boss permanent on your waist.

Satoru was equally aggravated. You’d worked him long enough to recognize even the smallest of cues, and the fact you’d spend nearly every hour of the day working with him for weeks straight in the office let you know he needed to let off some steam.

And what better way to relieve both of your tensions if not to give in to the cloud of lust?

The sultry gazes, the clashing perfumes between rose and musk, and the alcohol – the fucking alcohol – that gave way to you succumbing to your desire just this once.

There were no more thoughts – or if there were, they were muddled – as you kissed him back just as passionately, forgetting the fact his stylist spent an hour gelling his hair back to perfection as your eager fingers traced over his scalp. How you ended up in the back of limousine was beyond you, and neither was it your biggest concern when Satoru insisted you kept your heels on; his large hands caressing all the way from the ankle pressed beside his waist up to your waist.

You felt his daft fingers move the lacy thong you wore especially for tonight (not because you expected something, but the boost in confidence felt necessary) before he slides inside almost too easily.

Both your gasps and moans are swallowed in the stuffy compartment, windows fogged saved for the handprint you’d left when he hit a sensitive spot. He was moaning in your neck, skin slippery and sweaty as you slid from one another, seemingly never staying from one place as your hands treaded through his hair down to rake your nails on his back; his touch angry on your hips before his thumb found home in your clit.

As much as you hated him, hated his reputation, you couldn’t deny he really earned his title for being an absolute god in sex. You were no virgin, but you’d never felt this good, never felt this alive as bruises began to form in your skin and his lips hungrily sought out yours.

“S-Sir...”

“Satoru,” he corrected through your lips, the kiss barely even one when you were too busy moaning left and right. Satoru hitched your leg up to fold it right beside your waist, allowing him to explore deeper territories that not even you could mark.

His stare on you is perverted; openly wanton as he lets his empyrean gaze snake down to where your bodies connected. It was embarrassing to be this spread wide open for him, though it didn’t matter much, not when you clutched onto his bicep for dear life and panted breathlessly. He was kissing you everywhere – smearing your lipstick all over your lips and his, a stain of red on his hard, white collar and love bites marked deep into your collarbones and under your breasts. You tightened around him once he changed his rhythm into a more sensual one; the quick pace replaced with him pulling out slowly – inch by delicious inch until you felt empty with each growing second – before slamming back inside with fervidity that he never quite possessed behind his desk.

He groaned at your walls clenching down on him, his hips stuttering in the process. “Call me Satoru.”

“Satoru,” you moaned out, and his next sounds were pained. Pained because you sounded too gorgeous, felt too good, and with you following his hips thrust by thrust, neither of you would last any longer. Not even as you shake your head, lips swollen as you remind him, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“We shouldn’t,” he agreed with a curled lip, sweat beading from the streaks of his white hair. “But I want you – god, you’re so beautiful tonight. Need to fuck you good—”

Gojo Satoru, one of the most eligible bachelors in the entire South East Asia and ranked as the second richest man in his early twenties, was a man of his word despite his reputation. Just as he was praised and fawned over for his beauty, charisma, and power, he was equally hated for breaking the hearts of women and treating his past ‘lovers’ like they were objects. The news were so confident of it; that he fooled them, played around with them, but behind the scenes, you knew Satoru wouldn’t do such a thing – from the first time he laid his eyes on someone, he made it extremely clear they were not to be attached. Everything with him was physical and sensual – anything beyond that would simply be out of character.

You weren’t surprised that he really did keep his word and fuck you good, because you couldn’t feel your legs the next morning and even though it had been hours, you still very much felt the shape of him carve through you.

The bastard wouldn’t stop laughing, of course, snickering under his breath every now and then each time he saw you grimace from doing simple things such as standing up and giving him the files he asked for. Perhaps it was because your dislike for him was apparent that Satoru quickly went back to fooling around, pretending you didn’t exist and only approaching you when need be. There were still moments you had to clean his mess up for him; taking his drunken phone calls at 3am because he got wasted in a bar, or doing the same for his current sex buddy who he didn’t want to stay in his home.

He was terrible, terribly awful that you despised this part of him.

You were only grateful enough that neither of you brought that night up ever again, for no matter how immensely hellish of an experience it had been, it was also something you’d really rather not be reminded of.

But now, there was no more running away from it. The truth stared at you blatantly in the form of two white lines that had appeared four times already from previous tests.

You were pregnant.

The world had never been that heavy on you. You had a rough upbringing, but it was a household filled with love and patience that it was innate in your nature to keep strong, be levelled, continue moving forward even during the times it felt like everyone and everything was going against you. You’d been through so much worse and you can do this, but you still couldn’t stop the tears that pushed from your eyes, your heart shattering the same time you dropped the stick.

“No, we won’t cry, it’s okay. I can handle this – I’m strong,” you repeated to yourself like a mantra, taking deep breaths to stabilize yourself. Clearly, this was unexpected, but you wanted to do your best, had to do your best. You didn’t have time to lose your composure, so you quickly fished your phone out your purse to dial the person you trusted the most.

“Rei...?”

Your best friend picked up on the second dial. “Sweetheart, where have you been?! I’ve been calling you for like hours now and you’re not picking up, I heard you called in sick for work and you never do that even when you’re about to pass out!” Some shuffling could be heard from the background before she spoke again, her tone a lot more gentle in response to your muted sniffles. “Is there something going on? Do you need me to drop by there right now? Tell me what you need; I’ll be there right away.”

“No, no, Rei, it’s fine, I just...”

“Sweetie,” she sighed, “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

You nodded even though she couldn’t see it. Rei had been there for you in everything, starting from when you newly arrived in the city; fresh-eyed and hopeful for new opportunities. She’d been there when you first complained your boss was a creepy flirt, all the way until you’d made peace with said boss and remained firm in your boundaries. But those boundaries had clearly been crossed – no, rather, you erased those boundaries. You were drunk enough to give in to the need to be touched, but sober enough to consent to everything that happened. You couldn’t place this all on him.

“I’m pregnant,” you said eventually, voice barely above a whisper as you added, “And Satoru’s the father.”

Rei stopped munching on her – you assume – bagel.

“Satoru? Gojo Satoru, your boss, bonafide casanova, the face on billboards and one of the most “eligible” bachelors in the country, billionaire Gojo Satoru?” she let out in one breath, the image of her flipping her hand out in the air in disbelief as clear as day. “Am I really hearing this right? I’m not going crazy, am I?”

You sighed.

“We were drunk. I slept with him.”

“Did that bastard force himself on you?”

“No, gosh, never,” you defended with widened eyes, sitting back down on the toilet with the lid now closed. You couldn’t look at the tests even if you dared yourself to, the plastic bag concealed in the garbage or else you’d feel sick all over again. “I-I wanted it too...we just got carried away and the night was just...I don’t know. I don’t know what came over me and why I did that, but there’s no point in fretting about it because I’m carrying his baby now.”

“Well,” she started unsurely, “What are you going to do?”

“I’m keeping it. There’s no way I would even consider abortion.”

“But what about him?”

The back of your head throbbed in pain. Just thinking about his stupidly handsome face made you want to throw up once more. “I don’t really want to tell him, but he has a right to know that he’s going to be a father.”

“Will he even take responsibility for it?”

You swallowed nervously, nibbling on your thumbnails before snatching your hand away. Composure was something you didn’t struggle with; you were the more reliable one in the duo of you and Satoru, but you had a bad habit of picking on your nails whenever you were anxious. Had it not been for Satoru flicking your nails away from your mouth each time you dazed out a little bit, you would’ve never gotten rid of the habit, but it all came crashing back down on you in an instant.

A heavy knot formed in your belly.

“Most likely not, I know how he’s like. He loves his single life so much that he’d never allow to be tied down like this. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he tells me he doesn’t want it.”

“What an asshole!”

“Yeah, he is, but I don’t need him in my life,” you reinstated, finally feeling more confident the longer you talked to Rei. She was your instant hype machine in more ways than one; her presence itself gave you the reassurance you could handle everything your way. With hope blooming in your chest, you picked yourself of the toilet and wiped away your tears. You could do this – you can handle this. Not just for you, but this baby growing in you as well.

“In our life. I’m more than capable of taking care of the baby myself,” you told her, gaze hard and determined as your sunken reflection stared back at you in the mirror. Sighing, you shook your head and pictured Satoru’s face, already picturing a thousand ways this could go wrong. Only one way to find out.

“I have to go now. He needs to hear about this and then I’ll resign. Probably move back home – anywhere that’s away from him.”

“Doesn’t the baby deserve to meet their dad?”

“Their dad doesn’t even want to be one,” you muttered bitterly and threw your sweater back on, refusing to kick yourself around any harder. Now wasn’t the time to be illogical; you were now a mother and had to be responsible now more than ever. But first, you needed some well-deserved rest after endless agonizing of missing your period, along with the baby drop that until now, had shook you to your core. “I’ll call you back, Rei. I’m very tired.”

“You let me know if you need anything, okay?” Humming in response, you ended the call and crawled back to bed.

It wasn’t that you felt lonely, but you didn’t feel particularly belonging anywhere. You were far from home in a city that felt like the future, and each day you come home, it was mostly just a place to rest before you went back to work the next day. It was a dull, empty routine that you’d gotten used to, but never had it sunk deep into you that you did felt completely hollow.

But not anymore.

You were with your baby now, and as much as it scared you shitless to be a mother with zero preparation and knowledge, you were confident things were going to be okay.

Wrapping an arm around your belly, you had the best sleep you’d had in years.

You’d just have to worry about tomorrow. Hopefully, and you quite prayed harder than you ever did before, Satoru would let you go and keep things less complicated than it already was.

“No,” Satoru shook his head, his words dropping like a heavy boulder in the middle of nowhere. You stood in front of him shock still, hands wrung solid beneath your belly. Satoru merely shook his head, brushing back his gelled hair with a dry laugh. “No, what are you even thinking? You’re not resigning.”

You pursed your lips. “I wasn’t really asking for permission, Sir.”

Truth be told, you expected this sort of reaction from him. It may be true that you and Satoru never got along in personal levels since he was too crass and you much stiff, but it couldn’t be denied you worked well together. You balanced each other’s flaws and brought out the best in one another. If someone had asked you years ago prior to you being employed by the heir if you could even tame the renowned free spirited man, you would’ve said probably not, but after sharing struggles and quite literally forcing one another to do better, you both reached highs neither expected to achieve.

It was an experience and a whole lot lessons learned working with him.

Unfortunately, all things must come to an end, and you had to leave even if Satoru negated to it.

“We’ve been working together for years. Do you know how many people I fired and have resigned all because they’re not equipped for the job?” he plopped down atop his desk, loosening his tie out of frustration. The simple gesture made you swallow and look away – it felt impossible to look at him any other way than a boss now that you had his baby inside you. Thankfully, Satoru was mouthy as usual that he pulled you back from your train of thoughts as he gestured between the both of you. “You and I are perfectly compatible – I can’t let you go like that. I’m sorry, but I need you. There’s no one else I can work with this functionally. No one else is as willing to tolerate my bullshit except you and...I need you to stay.”

You clenched your teeth at the desperation in his voice.

Satoru admitting he needed people was one thing. But him asking others to stay? It may have just been for your value as the only person who had put up with him in both his best and worst times that made him feel that way, but you had to keep your foot down on the ground.

You wouldn’t let him sway you like this.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and willed all your energy to spring forth. “Sir...I’m more than thankful for all the opportunities, it truly was a pleasure working with you but—”

“Is this because we slept together?” he cut you off, your shoulders tensing. Upon your silence, Satoru heaved himself away from the desk and took cautious step towards you, stopping a foot away when you stepped back defensively.

You almost wished you didn’t know him so well. His eyes shone with a flicker of hurt before he masked it just as quick as it had came – for Gojo Satoru was a master of many things, and a great actor was one of them. Cautious, you had to be cautious, and you clenched your fists behind your pencil skirt as you tore your gaze away from his pleading ones. “It is, isn’t it?” he affirmed with a clear of his throat, looking just as lost as you did. Satoru stuttered for a minute before he eventually composed himself, but even then, he didn’t sound half as sure as he wanted to be.

“Listen, whatever happened that night, we can forget about it if you want. We’re both adults and professionals – we can put this aside us and just go back to normal. You don’t have feelings for me, right? So then it shouldn’t be a big deal.”

“Satoru...it’s not like that.”

“Then what is it?” he demanded, aggravated. Satoru began to round his desk and pulling out little white envelopes, stacking them before you in a haste. “Do you want a pay raise? A new car so you could get to work easily? O-or perhaps a bigger house where you can work more comfortably, somewhere nearer to the office? All you have to do is tell me and I’ll give you what you want. There’s no need for you to resign, this company has given you everything and we’ve got so much offer just as you could still be great—”

“I’m pregnant.”

Satoru’s slender fingers halted around the pen hovering over a cheque slip. “What?”

“I said I’m pregnant,” you exhaled, biting down on your bottom lip to prevent yourself from quivering. A quick sweep from your face to gather sincerity trailed down to your belly, staring at you hard enough as if he had the ability to look through your soul. “And you’re the father.”

“Is that true? Is...is it really mine?”

“Yes sir,” you nodded, “I’m not telling you this because I expect that you’ll be responsible for it. No offense, sir, but I’d really rather raise the baby alone. Plus, I understand that you’ll never settle down or suddenly abandon your old ways just to—”

“Stop right there,” he raised a palm, “You mean to tell me you’re resigning because you thought I wouldn’t take responsibility for it? For you?”

The hurt in his voice and expressions were evident, lip curled in disgust; not for you, but rather of himself. Satoru was the type of man that couldn’t be withered down even with the harshest of rumours; you’d never seen him be affected before by tabloids and nasty ex-girlfriends who only slept with him for money or fame, only to talk smack about him afterwards. But now, he was crumbling before you, and you didn’t know quite what to say or feel over the vulnerability present in his cerulean eyes. It almost pained you know that you caused this – for the comforting, blue sky to be tainted with a thunderstorm that hinted of anger, of disappointment, of betrayal.

But could he blame you for not thinking the best of him?

“I’ve worked with you for years, sir, I know you.”

“Clearly not well enough,” he chuckled sarcastically, “Admittedly, I’m surprised, but not upset. The only thing that I’m upset about is that you actually believed it would be better to raise the baby – our baby – alone like I don’t even have a right to be in their life. Sure, it was an accident, but we made that. That’s our child and I’m going to take care of you and be a great father, even if you don’t think I’m capable of it.”

“Sir, I didn’t mean—”

“That’s the first time you said something stupid. That’s our baby. We’re a family now,” Satoru’s hesitance had vanished into thin air as he was on you the next instant, hands shaky before they landed on your shoulders. It was meant to be a comforting gesture; a reassuring one, yet you couldn’t help but flinch and falter under his gaze. As if getting the message, he quickly retracted his hands and shoved them deep inside his pockets with a sigh. “You don’t need to resign or worry about anything else. I promise I’ll give you both the life you deserve, just...just please don’t go. Now that I know we have a baby, there’s just no way I can let go of this and pretend I never heard of this at all.”

You swallowed, rubbing your sweaty palms on your skirt.

Out of all the different scenarios you stayed up late at night to turning your head in one by one, none of them included this. Undeniably, he was an asshole to most, but maybe he was right.

He hadn’t done anything wrong to you and he was still the father of your baby; he deserved a chance. Satoru had the right to be the father he was willing to be. You could already tell this might completely turn into one big mess, but his eyes were so hopeful, his smile so nervous yet expectant that you couldn’t help but say –

“Okay,” you relented.

His reaction was instantaneous. Satoru beamed and lounged at you, arms wide open for an embrace before realizing at the last second you could stab him with a pen and not regret it. One warning glare sent his way and he was retracing his arm behind his head, pretending to stretch with an off-tune whistle.

The sudden switch between pained and enthusiastic gave you whiplash, but you really shouldn’t be surprised. This was Gojo Satoru in the first place – he was as unpredictable as nothing was permanent and lasting to him.

It could be both a blessing and a curse.

For the sake of your baby, you genuinely hoped it was the former.

Not wanting him to get too ahead of himself since you still didn’t trust him enough, you raised a finger to poke him in the chest. Right now, you were no longer his secretary that openly despised him but added six sugar cubes in his coffee just as he liked anyway, but rather a woman who shared this mess with him, and as the mother of his child. You had to be strong. Being with Satoru felt like playing with fire, and you had far too much at stake – both of you did – but you weren’t privileged and fortunate like Satoru. One bad thing thrown his way could be brushed off, but for you? Everything you worked hard for could disappear just like that.

If you really chose now to play with fire, you had to be careful not to be the gasoline that ignited things to burn down into ashes.

“Satoru,” you stressed with your lips pressed into a thin line, “The only thing I expect from you is to be is a good father to our child. I know that it would be difficult for you to be a new person in a day and that your old habits won’t die right away, so please do what you can to be a good parent, and I’ll be with you every step of the way. I promise you don’t have to worry about me getting in the way of your life as well.”

His smile slowly vanished.

“Is that how low you really think of me?” he echoed rather sadly, “That I would still sleep around knowing I’ve got a family now?”

“We’re not a family, Sir. I have no intentions of marrying you nor would I ever want it. I’m just staying for the baby.”

“Fine. For the baby, let’s both do our best,” he crossed his arms on his chest, pumping out the hard muscles from how tight his shirt was. You were stuck between wanting to slap him or be closer to him; the hormones too much of a mess that you had to grip your thigh for restraint. “But tomorrow, you’re moving in with me. I’m going to take care of you from now on – I’ll get you whatever you need so whatever it is, just tell me. My credit card is yours to use as well.”

Move in with him? You wanted to laugh. That was the last thing you would want to happen.

“Sir, it’s fine, I’m capable of taking care of myself.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t, but I want to take care of you both,” he reiterated, growing slightly annoyed from your rigidness. You professed that you were being difficult right now, but it was much better than being easy around someone like him.

“We don’t have to be friends or lovers, alright? I know you don’t see me that way and I’m probably repulsive in your eyes – which is understandable since you always clean my mess up for me – but as a father, at least, let me do my job. There doesn’t have to be anything between us other than a mutual want to be good parents. Is that alright with you?”

You mulled the thought over in your head. So he was capable of being sensible sometimes, and after a few moments of silence, you narrowed your eyes at him.

Still suspicious and your guard was most definitely still up, but he was right. You both had a mutual want to be good parents and that was the most important thing right now. Everything else that complicated matters would be handled afterwards.

“I’m okay with that, but I would have to set down lots of boundaries if I’m living with you.”

“So you’ll really stay with me then?” You regretted nodding in response because Satoru was now fishing his phone out, a goofy smile on his face.

He took the news...surprisingly well, and you didn’t know what to make of it.

“Perfect! I’ll have your room prepared!” You tried to grab his arm to stop him from going overboard; knowing full well Satoru always had rushes in which he impulsively overdoes things. He might turn your room into some sort of grand suite that you wouldn’t really like, but he was far too excited and lost in his own thoughts that your words went from one ear and out the other. “Fuck,” he laughed to himself, “I’m going to be a dad.”

Whether it was relief or anxiety that bubbled through you, you had no idea.

It was definitely anxiety.

Satoru felt like a hyper child to be around, and as much as you were grateful that he was happy about this, you also wished he would calm down. You didn’t even have enough chance to settle in before he’s shoving you inside room by room, announcing that what was his was also yours and he would have a baby room set up next week.

You followed him around like a puppy as he marched into the kitchen, mumbling incoherently to himself about baby proofing furniture.

“Sir,” you called out, “Sir, listen to me. We need to talk about boundaries.”

Satoru blinked owlishly at your tired eyes, sheepishly smiling at you. It must’ve dawned on him that his speed tour of his penthouse felt a lot more overwhelming than welcoming, and he sat you down on the island stools before drumming his fingers impatiently on the cool marble. “Sorry, you were saying? I kind of got carried away.”

Carried away was far an understatement.

“I said, we need to talk about boundaries.”

“Oh, yeah, right,” he paused with a furrow in his brow. “Also can you just call me Satoru? We’re going to be parents anyway and it’s awkward if you keep uh, calling me Sir.”

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes, not really in the mood to argue with him right now. You had to keep intact with him while you still had his full attention. Taking out a little notepad you prepared the night before, you slid it over Satoru who tilted his head to the side rather cutely to read it. “So here are my boundaries. One, I don’t want this pregnancy to be announced in the media unless I’m ready. I understand that we can’t keep this a secret forever but I need time to process this. Two, just because we’re living in the same roof together doesn’t mean that I get to go anywhere and everywhere with you. I’m going to work by myself—”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I said no,” he repeated more firmly this time. “You’re pregnant and I want to make sure you’re safe at all times. I’m driving you to work.”

“Didn’t you just hear what I said? I don’t want to be seen with you.”

“You’re my secretary. People see us together all the time.”

“But you never drove me to work! I live far from the office and I most definitely don’t drive an Audi.”

“Things change, that’s your life now,” Satoru shrugged nonchalantly, stealing the pen you twirled in your hands. The sudden contact sent jolts of electricity from your knuckles, one that had you recanting your hands back to yourself. Satoru didn’t seem to notice as he crosses out the second rule, “Sorry not sorry but I don’t want to let you go places like that. Fine by me if you don’t want me to drive you, but at least have one of the chauffeurs take you somewhere if you really don’t wanna be seen with me.”

“Fine,” you gritted your teeth. Compromise, compromise, meet in the middle – you repeated to yourself to keep your sanity. “Rule number three: I don’t want you changing your attitude around me. We may have a baby on the way, but you’re still my boss and I want to keep our relationship professional.”

“You’re saying I’m not allowed to fall in love with you?”

You flicked his forehead, effectively erasing the teasing grin he wore. “That’s not going to happen,” you interjected irritably, although your heart skip a beat. That was a massive red flag already; you could never be too comfortable with him. For Satoru, his little comments here and there may come naturally and probably meant nothing to him, but there was a chance you could receive it with different interpretations. Shaking your head at him, you ignored his grumblings on how ‘mean’ you were. “We’re never going to be a couple. We’re just raising a child together. I don’t want you acting weird or too comfortable with me.”

Satoru scratched the side of his head as he mulled about it, “Are we allowed to be friends, at least? I understand the professional part, but I can’t imagine the both of us getting along for nine months and more when we act like boss and employee even alone at home,” before you could say anything, Satoru raised his hands in surrender. “I promise I won’t do anything weird to you. No offense, but you’re not really my type, so same as you, I view you platonically.”

Right. The heart surely was stupid and confusing.

You didn’t want him getting any ideas that this could lead to something more, but at the same time, it hurt a little to know you weren’t his type.

Hiding that pang of hurt behind a tight lipped smile, you forced yourself to agree with him. “I view you professionally, Sir.”

“Satoru.”

“Whatever,” you grumbled. “Rule number four: don’t bring home any of your fuck buddies or flavour of the night. I really don’t care if you sleep around, but respect my privacy and my standing as the mother of your childIf you’re really desperate to get your dick wet, go fuck them somewhere else.”

“You’ve never been this vulgar with me.”

He wasn’t wrong about that. Despite countless of times that he tried being friendly with you to ease your stiffness in the office, you always shot him down.

You came to the city to work and provide for your family, not to be friends with your annoyingly hot boss who enjoyed his life way too much. Unlike him, you were more work than play, and eventually Satoru respected the fact you would never speak or treat him casually.

Until now.

“Try being in my shoes and see if you’d still have the patience of a saint,” you mumbled under your breath, sighing when Satoru’s smile got more awkward. “Listen, Satoru, I don’t mean to be difficult, okay? It’s just...this is a lot. This isn’t just us about anymore – we’re going to be parents and that’s a huge responsibility. It’s not only our lives changing here, a child will be relying on us in the future and I simply want to be a good mother, but I also don’t trust you very well to be comfortable enough to act like we’re suddenly friends.”

“I understand that.”

“Good.”

“Do you have rule number five?”

“No, not really, but I can add more as we go.”

“I have a rule number five,” he piped in, flipping the notepad his way as he scribbled something down. “And it’s that if you need help – and I mean with anything – you would let me help you. I’ve worked with you for a long time and I’m not dumb enough to not notice you like to do things by yourself. Like you said, things are different now, and especially with this pregnancy, you’re not alone in this. You need to let me take over the wheel sometimes. I can’t be just a passenger in the car – you and I are both in this together.”

“Just keep your hands to yourself.”

“That’s easy,” he chirped, and there was that uncomfortable knot in your chest again. However, it didn’t sink in too deep because Satoru was blatantly staring at your belly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “So do we have a name for them already?”

“Satoru, I’ve only been a few weeks pregnant, I don’t—”

Conflicting his previous statement that he’d keep his hands to himself, Satoru suddenly dropped to his knees. You watched with wide eyes, too flabbergasted to move as he places his ear on your belly.

“Hi there, little one,” he spoke in a soft tone, large hands caressing the tiny bump beginning to form. You couldn’t move; hell, you could barely breathe from how comforting his touch seemed in contrast to your mind ringing warning bells above. His voice quickly pulled you back to reality as he flattened his palm, white lashes fluttering against the cotton of your shirt. “I’m your daddy; I can’t wait to meet you. Daddy promises to take good care of you and make you the happiest kid ever, alright? You don’t have to worry about anything as long as I’m here.”

“D-don’t spoil them too much, Satoru.”

“I’ll try not to,” he chuckled. Satisfied with that small moment he had, he straightened up and trudged over the dining table that was far too big for a man who lived alone. In that moment, an image flashed in your mind – that someday that table would no longer look empty as you and your child shared meals with him. You could already imagine how heavenly the sun would shine on the glass windows behind it, the flowers gathered in the middle of the table blooming to life.

Out of nowhere, it struck you.

Could it be that this was why he loved this baby so much after only knowing about it for a few days? Could it be that Satoru really was alone?

“Okay, we should probably have a welcoming dinner! The chefs left me something tonight. I forgot what it’s called but I think you’ll like it. Grab some wine on the cellar for me?”

“Satoru, I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, right! My bad,” he clapped his hands together before pulling out ceramics and a cold pitcher, “Just water for mommy then,” Satoru said absentmindedly, completely oblivious to how your mind short-circuited a few feet away from him. He went about his way ignorant to it all and gently tugged you to sit with him, eagerly digging into the heated meals as you realized both of you hadn’t eaten.

For a guy who talked a lot, dinner with him was surprisingly quiet. Other than the occasional clinking of utensils against the plate, you enjoyed the silence with him.

You wouldn’t have believed it to be possible since Satoru made it his daily business to always fill in the gaps. Peace and comfort stretched before you the whole time, however, that for a moment, just a short moment, you found yourself letting your guard down. Even when you both caught each other’s in the middle of a bite, you found no tension or awkwardness in it. Perhaps it was the familiarity of being beside each other for years now that this should feel natural, or maybe it was because you both mutually agreed on wanting the best for your baby. Whatever it was, you didn’t want to overcomplicate it right now.

“You know, I’m really excited about this. I can’t believe I’m actually going to be a father,” he mused through a bite, swirling his red wine through his glass. Satoru gazed at his reflection almost dreamily, seemingly too deep in thought that he felt far from reach.

Or maybe you were the one who was detached, the one who kept pushing him away, because you could offer him nothing but a lame nod. “I’m glad to hear that...”

“What about you? You don’t look too happy.”

Your eyes widened at his worry. “No, I-I’m happy, of course. It’s just...it’s unplanned, and I’ve had my whole life planned out that I’m not really sure how this will all fall into place together.”

“Hey,” he laced his fingers with yours, squeezing warmth back into your skin that you hadn’t noticed turned cold from the nerves. Unlike his usual self with eyes brimming with glee, you could only see tenderness in him now, some sort of silent vow through a private smile shared only between the two of you in that moment in the solace of his home. Your home. “I promise I’ll be there for you and the baby every step of the way. I know that I haven’t had the best reputation and I have zero idea on parenting, but you’re not alone in this. You can trust me on this one, just like how we always trusted each other during work. Being a parent and running a business are both responsibilities right?”

“Yeah...”

“Well then you already know we work well together. We’re great partners!” he cheered, patting your shoulder way too bro-like. You resisted the urge to cringe. “We’ll be great parents, Y/N. I’m sure of that.”

Unsure of what else to do, you squeezed his hand back. He was right, you would be great parents as long as both of you never gave up. The thought of eating meals with him again with another addition to the table made you smile, and you hadn’t noticed you were spacing out, thumb running over his knuckles that were smooth for a man who never knew a day of hard labour. It wasn’t until you felt something prodding at you metaphorically, and you chuckled nervously as you saw Satoru smiling mysteriously at you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing,” he grinned, “I’ve just never seen you this close before; not so much that I paid attention anyway. But this is nice – having you here, I mean. It gets lonely here sometimes.”

“Don’t you bring your girlfriends around?”

“I never make them stay,” was all he said, and just like that, whatever thread that was beginning to form snapped. Satoru released his hold on you and gestured to your plate, carrying the dishes in his hand before leaving you alone on the table. Like always – a whiplash. “I’ll clean up, you can rest in your room now. I’ll take care of the dishes.”

“Do you even know how to do them?”

“Yeah, my mother forced me to wash dishes because she didn’t want me to rely on the house help too much,” he informed, the new information shocking you right to the core as he put on dishwashing gloves and started scrubbing. From this angle, he sure looked damn nice and domestic in just a white shirt, hair ruffled down to bangs. “I’ll be right there with you,” Satoru announces casually, spinning on his heel with red cheeks once he realized what he said. “For just a goodnight, I mean! We’re not sharing rooms!”

“Yeah, no,” you coughed out, “We’re definitely not.”

It felt…surreal, to wake up in a room much grandiose than yours yet felt like home even for the first night. Satoru handled your moving in rather happily; you found him singing to himself this morning as he brewed his own coffee before realizing you were right behind him, sleepy as you lazily made waffles for the both of you. Everything flowed nicely and normally, like this had always been a normal thing that for a moment, you questioned once more what would happen next.

You were now getting ready for work, hands tugging at his tie because he was such a man-child who couldn’t even properly knot his own tie. His suit was custom tailored and he looked effortlessly gorgeous – beauty ripped straight from magazines he was constantly a front page of, but his tie was skewered and loose that it irritated you.

“You’re such a mess without me.”

Satoru bent down to wiggle his brows at you, thought you didn’t notice because he wouldn’t stay still for you to fix his tie fast enough. “Isn’t this sweet; you fixing my tie for me as we both get ready for work?” he teased, “We’re like a married couple already.”

“If you don’t shut up, I’m kicking you in the nuts.”

“Then how can I give you more babies?” picking up the newspaper on the coffee table beside you, you rolled it and started whacking him, a string of profanities colorfully painting his otherwise monochrome and sleek walls. Satoru’s laughter boomed all over the room even as he wiggled away from you, clutching his bicep that had been the victim of your abuse. “Ow, ow, I was joking! Jeez, woman, you are strong. Fight men a lot like this?”

“I work with you. My fighting instincts are always activated.”

His laugh really was annoying. But it did help ease your nerves – though you’d never tell him that – as you sat beside him in his car, the expensive leather seats no longer strange to you. It would’ve felt like any other day where you accompanied him somewhere, except the reason was different now, and it came crashing down on you of your current situation that things were undeniably different from now on.

You immediately stepped away from him the moment you got out of the car, clutching your clipboard to your tummy when Satoru bumped his shoulder with yours. “Come closer, it’s fine. No one will suspect a thing,” he points to the crowded building with people bumping and walking past each other, everyone too occupied in their own heads to even notice you.

It wasn’t much, but hearing his voice and reassurances relaxed you, even for just a little bit. Maybe your first day at work after the baby news wouldn’t be so bad, after all, but it seemed you had spoken too early.

Satoru heavily insisted that you worked inside his office from now on.

Your desk was located right outside his office, the phone line always within reach in case you needed to pass calls to him or if he needed you to come. Satoru preferred the privacy of his own space – or so he said; he actually just didn’t want you to witness him slacking around and experience your wrath – but now he was dragging you inside his office, pushing your shoulders down until you were ‘settled in.’

You didn’t even want to ask where he got a new desk from, or why it had to be right across from him. His desk remained elevated on a few levels, the welcoming lobby of the room filled with couches and stacks of coffee with a rich amount of sugar cubes.

Safe to say, most of the morning was spent (or rather, wasted) on you telling Satoru off. The man was too persistent, coming in on the office at random times of the hour with either snacks or heaps of biscuits on his arms. He always greeted you with a wide grin on his face, only to be kicked out of his own office because you had his hellish schedule and events to deal with. That was around three hours ago when you’d asked him to shut up and go bother someone else. You were halfway around finishing your workload for today when the door swung open, a tuft of white hair and mischievous eyes peeking through.

“Hey! Just checking in on mommy—”

“Satoru!”

“What? It’s just you and I,” he defended with a shrug, welcoming himself inside. Surprisingly, he was empty handed, though the pout on his lips told you it was against his will. “Seriously though, do you need anything? Do you want snacks? Tea? Do you need help going to the bathroom? You haven’t moved in your desk for an hour now.”

“Satoru, I’m pregnant, not disabled,” you ignored him for a while, resuming to working back on his schedule for the month. There were a bunch of e-mails you still had to respond to, which normally wouldn’t be such a daunting task if Satoru wasn’t shifting his weight from one foot to another, the sounds of his shoes hitting the tiles in an annoying click-clack rhythm getting to you. “Will you stop fidgeting! Your anxiety gives me anxiety, stop that!”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it, I just feel like there’s something I should be doing.”

“Shutting up and letting me work in peace would be great, thank you.”

“You really don’t need anything?” Sending him a warning glare, Satoru sucked in his cheeks and ran back to his desk where he hid behind the safety of his large monitor. “Nope, yeah, I got the message: leave you alone. Good luck with that then, I’ll need those archives to pull up for our meeting with the directors later at five.”

Muttering a sarcastic finally under your breath, you resumed working.

The routine was per usual – answer the calls professionally with a welcoming and sweet voice, a pen always in one hand to jot down notes in reminders, adjust his schedules, work out his plans, go to him whenever he needed to sign something before responding back to e-mails. You were focused as you always were, but someone wasn’t, and it was getting harder and harder to keep being placated.

It didn’t help that he made no effort to hide the fact he was slacking off, the tip-taps of him randomly pressing keys on the keyboard similar to a fork dragging down a plate.

“I can feel you burning holes at the back of my head,” you twittered, “What do you need?”

“Nothing at all. I’m just realizing how beautiful you are right now.”

You paused. Unable to deny your curiosity over how serious he sounded, you spun around in your swivel chair. Satoru had his chin on his hands as he stared right back at you, his face devoid of expression that you couldn’t pick up on a single clue. “Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You rolled your eyes at him. Of course the bastard would be teasing you, his loud chuckles a painful reminder of that. It was best to ignore him, so you went back to reading e-mails and forced yourself to focus on the task at hand. “We’re at work. Please stop distracting me; I can’t focus when you’re staring at me like a creep.”

“Sorry, babe, I’ll try to be less distracting next time, though I can’t control my charisma, you know!”

You jotted your thumb to your desk outside, “I can walk back to my desk where you can’t see me. That’d be a great for both of us.”

“Stay right there, I was joking!”

“Do you promise to be quiet and actually do your job if I stay?”

“With you disciplining and ordering me around like that, why not?” Mouth open for another heated retort, Satoru stopped you before you could say anything, his aura more serious this time. He was always like this; fooling around and maturing the next second, only for the cycle to repeat and test your patience. “I’m just teasing you, Y/N, I’ll shut up now. You’re free to end work as soon as you’re tired though; the driver is waiting in the parking lot whenever you want to go home.”

“I’ll go home with you.” Home. It felt weird to say that, but also…natural.

“You’ll stay with me at work today?” He sounded genuinely surprised, and you responded with a one-shoulder shrug. That seemed to be enough for him, however, and it wasn’t long before Satoru found the oh so rare and fleeting motivation to work hard.

Once he was settled, sleeves rolled up to expose his veiny forearms and brows furrowed as he centered all his attention on the pile of paperwork before him, there was no stopping him.

Roles reversed and positions switched, you were now the one unable to take your eyes off him.

In this light, in this moment, Gojo Satoru had never looked more beautiful. He was much the same as you in the manner you never really noticed each other this way before; not romantically, but even just person to person. In your eyes, he was nothing but your irritating boss whose boisterous self always crowded over your peace, and in his eyes, you were nothing but his secretary who he knew always silently hoped would leave you alone.

But things were different now. You were different now.

Boundaries there may be, you couldn’t help that fluttering forming in your stomach. Contentment, happiness, relief, nervousness – all of them jumbled into one big mess. Out of them all, however, there was most definitely adoration, either out of respect for his unexpected kindness, or simply because it felt nice to feel for once.

Turning away from him until your back was the only thing he could see, you hid your smile as you secretly held your belly.

You’d never been reckless before, but what was to be a good story when there wasn’t a mistake or two made?

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captnjacksparrow · 3 years

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When I see Sasunaru antis who’ve read the Kage Summit Arc, and then say Naruto was obsessive, controlling, and only saw Sasuke as a prize to be won, I don’t even get mad anymore. I just laugh at their utter inability to stop drowning in the moments they were toxic, failing to understand no relationship is perfect, romantic or otherwise.

They hold onto Naruto being bringing out the Rasengan first as if Sasuke didn’t bring out the Chidori seconds later. They hold onto Naruto saying he’ll break every bone in Sasuke’s body to bring him back, ignoring that Naruto saw Sasuke going to Orochimaru as certain death and was doing nothing but worry for his safety. They blatantly ignore Naruto saying he understood Sasuke’s actions in the Kage Summit arc, willingly allowed himself to get beat up, and lose his dignity in front of the Raikage for him.

If anyone in this show should be accused of seeing Sasuke as a prize to be won, it should be Sakura. She didn’t bother to think for even a moment why Sasuke might be doing all this. You say Sakura’s thrown Naruto, Ino, and Tsunade under the bus, but this bitch threw Sasuke under the bus, too. Funny how everyone was calling her a “mature kunoichi” as if this wasn’t the most selfish and stupid actions she’s done this whole series, and that’s against some severe competition.

Hmmm, It’s really surprising and weird to me that Anti-SNS peeps making these kind of claims other than ‘They are Brothers’. And also, I’ve seen these very claims on my Tumblr Dashboard who supports SNS but hates Naruto to the core which led me to Unfollow them later.

Sasunaru antis who’ve read the Kage Summit Arc, and then say Naruto was obsessive, controlling, and only saw Sasuke as a prize to be won. They blatantly ignore Naruto saying he understood Sasuke’s actions in the Kage Summit arc, willingly allowed himself to get beat up, and lose his dignity in front of the Raikage for him.

Naruto was Obsessive. Yes.

But Was he controlling???

Naruto was clearly saying.... “I understand why you did it.... And If you wish to destroy Konoha, I have to fight you. So, instead of destroying them.... Why don’t you throw all your hate filled feelings towards me???? I’ll take all your hatred and will die with you”

He was simply saying “Do whatever you want after fighting with me”.

Anyone with 0.0001% braincell wouldn’t say these type of shit like Controlling.

And what’s up with that ‘Prize to be won’???

They hold onto Naruto being bringing out the Rasengan first as if Sasuke didn’t bring out the Chidori seconds later.

Leave Chidori.... Let’s not consider it.

What about this??? Sasuke was the one who invited Naruto for this match... And he was literally going to burn Naruto with such a large Fireball.

Should Naruto stand like a fucking doll???

The only other Jutsu he knows is to make Kage Bunshins but it’s useless in this scenario.... And to negate this big Fire, Naruto made Rasengan. What do they have to say about this thing????

I think those who make these kind of stupid claims think that Naruto is a Modern AU where beating a person is considered as Abuse.... And Naruto was a persistent Abuser because he beats their poor UWU baby Sasuke-Kun relentlessly while conveniently forgetting that Sasuke also tried to kill Naruto.

It’s definitely not a Ninja World. And Chakra means shit. And they are poor little wall flowers who needs to be protected at all times because they are some fucking damsel in distress. They are definitely not Ninjas. Grrr...

If anyone in this show should be accused of seeing Sasuke as a prize to be won, it should be Sakura.

SASUKE SIMPS IN A NUTSHELL:

“Don’t step on Sasuke-Kun”

This panel clearly sums up those feelings of Sasuke simps/Anti-Naruto... Just like Sakura. They couldn’t tolerate a single scratch on their beloved Sasuke-Kun. Otherwise, they would become catty, blame other people and yell at others. While Sakura, this asshole clearly ignores the fact that Sasuke was the one who attacked Kakashi first. [[I do think that the author designed Sakura expecting that Sasuke would inspire such kind of apologetic simps in real life and he is deliberately mocking them]]

NARUTO SIMPS IN A NUTSHELL:

Same Feelings. Same Vibe. These bunch of clowns clearly ignore the fact that Naruto will never giver up no matter what, just like he is in this panel. And they blame Sasuke for his suffering.

That’s why it’s very hard for me to take these Antis (or SNS who seethingly hates one half) any seriously because they are clearly some Real Life Sakuras and Hinatas who Simps and Wanks for these characters while they thoroughly fail to understand how the character really feel about the other.

At first, I was extremely furious when Sasuke rammed that Chidori into Naruto with a sinister smirk no less.

Please don’t tell me, Sasuke wasn’t smirking and keeping a straight face here. He simply isn’t and it’s almost the same smile he gave after killing Itachi. This is not at all positive.

But then, instead of projecting my Anger towards Sasuke... I just gave my thought as to why Naruto never felt like giving up on S even after this? And when I find the reason, it makes sense. Whether I agree with this or not... it really doesn’t matter. My feelings and projection means shit here.

Like I always say, It’s always best to leave the Characters judge about how they feel about other people rather than We, wipe their non-existent tears for them and blame it on bad writing and bullshit.

Naruto did everything he could to bring Sasuke back without expecting anything in return. Hell!!! Naruto don’t even know about the nature of Sasuke’s feelings and he never bothered to know it at any point. His feelings are all about, ‘I like Him and it’s okay if he didn’t feel the same way about me... But I will save him no matter what...” (This goes for Sasuke as well)

But What Sakura did for 699 chapters???

She fangirled Sasuke... Left all the difficult part to Naruto and finally got what she wanted without doing any leg works. If this is not the example of ‘Prize to be won’ then what is???

#narusasu #sasunaru #sns #nsn

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the-martyrfication-of-the-matron · 3 years

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Annoying people drowns away the bad feelings.

So that’s what I’m going to do.

Laurence wasn’t a good love interest for aphmau in MCD

This is going off of memory, so correct me where I’m wrong, but:

He blatantly disrespected her boundaries. She asked him several times not to call her ‘my love’ at the beginning of S1, and he continued for a long while afterwards. She also displayed quite obvious discomfort with his flirting, telling him often to stop and to calm down, yet he continued that as well.

He was also far too angry. Like I know it was because he was a shadow knight, but Aphmau needed someone who could handle situations well and wouldn’t slaughter an entire room of people because he got jealous. And he wasn’t that.

He would’ve been better off with me.

He left. Like, I know he felt betrayed at the end of S2, Aphmau was pregnant and he knew it couldn’t have been his. But I don’t remember him confronting her/talking to her about it. He just left her without an explanation. And after a while of him being missing she probably figured out why he wasn’t there, but imagine how worried she was. Aaron had just died and Laurence wasn’t anywhere to be seen, she would’ve jumped to the worst of assumptions. And she was pregnant, that kind of stress could’ve lead her to lose the baby, which would only put her through more stress. And I understand if he left for a few days, a few months if I’m pushing it, because he needed to cool down. But he was gone for over three years. And that was longer for him than her due to how time works in the Nether (in MCD atleast). To him, if we are keeping in line with the canon facts about MCD, he was gone for about 42 years (as a day = two weeks in the nether, and he was gone for atleast 1,095 days in the over world, which then equates to 15,330 in the nether, which is 2,190 weeks, and therefore just over 42 years), with some margin for error because I can’t math. Meaning he had 42 years to think over what happened, to get over it. But he didn’t. He had 42 years to return, to apologise for leaving. But he didn’t. Fuck, he could’ve just popped out and said ‘yo this is why I left’ and returned to the nether.

Another point about the nether, he was there for 42 years, with the man and the people who tortured him and tried to kill the ‘love of his life’ several times. He could’ve literally just left and went to New Meteli and lived there if he didn’t want to speak to Aphmau. But no.

That said, I don’t mind him as a character. The points I’ve mentioned do irritate me, however I can still enjoy him and his relationships to other people. But his relationship with Aphmau really wasn’t good for her and obviously wasn’t what she wanted as she got with Aaron behind his back.

I do like their relationship in MS, however (if you ignore Jess’ strange interest in writing her characters as creepy pervs) and it is one I don’t mind rooting for.

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pingutats · 3 years

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i just had such a good request for a fic. dom/sub dynamic with dom!harry where y/n is being spanked for misbehavior and she ends up crying during it because she feels like she deserves to be hurt, and harry stops immediately and there’s a lot of fluffy aftercare and physical affection

thank you for the request!! i know it took me a million years to get to writing this but finally did it... i know it strays a little bit from all the details of your request but i hope you enjoy regardless!

warnings: spanking, dom/sub dynamic, descriptions of anxiety (maybe don’t read if you’re in a weird headspace, it’s not exactly pleasant!)

word count: 1.7k

. . . . .

As soon as Y/N hears Harry’s car in the driveway, she dashes from the kitchen to the front door like a kid that’s heard an ice-cream van. After the day of work at home she’s had, of redoing paperwork she’d messed up the first time and struggling through technical issues and communication errors over email—she just needs Harry so badly.

In fact, she’d texted him earlier to let him know. Quite blatantly. With a photo she prays he opened when there was nobody else around.

When Y/N opens the door for him he freezes, taking in her appearance. She’s wearing just panties and one of his shirts, her bare legs completely on display for him. His gaze sweeps up and down her body for a second, then he swears under his breath and strides in quickly. Y/N jumps back to give him room, waiting a few feet ahead in the hallway.

He shuts the door with his arm swinging back behind him, not even glancing over his shoulder to watch it close.

There’s a second of silence as they stare each other down, and it’s in this second that Y/N feels them slip into the roles of the game she’s been wanting to play all day. His eyes go from wide in shock to steady. Her head bows almost of its own accord, responding to the straightening of Harry’s shoulders after he drops his bag.

He inhales sharply through his nose and drops his keys into the bowl on the bench. “You’ve been doing this on purpose, darling,” he says in a measured tone. It isn’t a question. He won’t be asking questions now—she won’t have to think, she can just listen to him, let him take over now.

She plays with the bottom of his t-shirt that she’s wearing, pulling it up enough to reveal the slightly paler skin where her shorts would usually cover.

Harry’s tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Come here,” he says, beckoning her over.

She considers refusing, just to be a brat, but it’s a lot easier to just go along with him now she’s getting what she wanted. She twists her hands in the t-shirt in front of her as she approaches him, averting her eyes from his as he watches her, suddenly vulnerable under his gaze.

When she’s close enough, he reaches out and grabs her wrists to yank her grip on the shirt free, pulling her off balance so the only thing that stops her falling flat on her face is his arms. She tries to relax into his grip, tries to let herself go.

“Been so fucking needy today. That photo — nearly had me getting hard in the studio right in front of everyone, love,” he says, squeezing her wrists almost painfully. “And look how you answer the door, nearly naked for anyone walking on the street to see.” He shakes his head, clicking his tongue condescendingly. “Do you want to apologise for anything?”

She looks at him, pretends to think, and then shakes her head.

He sighs. “Of course not, you little brat.” His grip loosens. “Alright then. Go upstairs for me.”

She blinks at him.

“I’ll be up in a minute. Go on.” He spins her around and nudges her towards the stairs with a gentle push.

She glances over her shoulder at him before she goes and he only raises his eyebrows expectantly. She’s almost tempted to pull the back of the t-shirt down over her ass to cover herself, but that wouldn’t get her what she needs, and what she needs is Harry to take care of her—so she keeps her head bowed as she walks up the stairs, adding a little swing in her hips with each step just as the icing on the cake. She smiles when she hears his deep inhale from the hallway as he watches her the whole time.

Upstairs, she sits on the end of their bed with her hands in her lap, scratching at days-old nail polish she’ll need to redo soon. There’s a knot in her stomach that’s been twisting all day, stresses piling up and morphing into some ugly feeling she can’t shake, not without Harry’s help. She manages to peel all the bright pink colour off her left thumbnail while she waits.

It seems like forever before she hears Harry’s footsteps up the stairs but when she does, she straightens up. The sound of the door opening makes her jump in nervous shock. She flexes her fingers, trying to calm her jitters. It’s Harry. She needs him.

“Being such a brat today,” he says when he’s finally in front of her. “Aren’t you? Don’t know how to behave.” He sits beside her, squishing her cheeks with his thumb and forefinger. “Need me to teach you a lesson, hm?”

She nods at him, eyes moony. Yes, this is what she wants, needs from him—to let him take over for a little while, let him take out his frustration on her, help her let go of her own.

His grip softens a bit. “This okay, baby?” he asks more quietly.

She swallows. “Yeah.”

He leans forward and gives her a quick kiss. She feels like melting against the softness of his lips, pressing against her own, the mouth she knows so well. It’s a comfort in the mess that her mind is feeling like right now.

But he isn’t so gentle as he drags her over his lap a moment later, her face roughly pushed down into the mattress. His hand squeezes her ass, only barely covered by her panties, and her breath hitches.

“Count for me.”

“Yes sir,” she breathes, closing her eyes.

Her exhale is cut short by the force of his palm cracking against her skin, jolting her forward over his lap. The sting dissipates quickly, taking none of the tension inside her with it.

“One,” she says.

“Good girl.” His hand comes down on her again, harder this time.

She screws her eyes shut. “Two.”

It isn’t feeling like how she wants it to feel. She’s too tense, restless, her mind unwilling to float away under Harry’s touch. The pain, which usually is laced with something brilliant and exciting, is just pain today. But with all the mistakes she’s made today, all the things she messed up that have just added to her workload and her stress—maybe this is what she deserves. Punishments are called that for a reason.

So she stays where she is, her head lowered so Harry won’t see anything wrong. She gasps at the third, and it takes her a second to remember she needs to count. “Three,” she says, her voice shuddering.

Harry pauses and she fears she’s made him upset, spoken too quietly, taken too long—she can’t do anything right.

“Love,” he says. His hand comes to rest on her shoulder gently. “Are those good tears or bad tears?”

She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment and in the pause, realises her cheeks are wet. “Um,” she says. Her voice shakes.

Harry’s arm snakes underneath her and pulls her up, manoeuvring her so she straddles his lap and he can see her face. The crease between his brows is deep as his eyes dart over her face, his thumb coming to her cheek to brush a tear away.

She leans her head into his palm that was cracking down onto her skin just a minute ago and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

“What happened? When did it change?” he asks, his voice soft again, his character leaving.

She shrugs. She doesn’t trust herself to speak without crying more, and she feels stupid enough already.

“It’s alright, love,” he says, shifting so he can sit up straighter and pull her closer to his chest. He rubs her back, kissing her hair. “Let’s just rest for a moment, alright?”

She nods into his shoulder, hiding her face. His hand cradles the back of her head. The panic that she was feeling is dissolving into nothing. All day she felt so tense with so much twisting inside her, and she’d thought she could force it out painfully—she was wrong, of course, and now she feels awful for roping Harry into her misguided attempt to fix herself.

After a couple minutes, Harry taps her to get her to look up at him. “Why’d you want a punishment today?” he asks, without accusation.

She shrugs, raising her shoulders as high as she can and then letting them drop sharply. “Just felt like I needed it.”

He nods. He understands that sometimes she feels like this—needs to lose herself in playing a role for an evening, forget about real life and its responsibilities—because he knows the feeling too. She’s helped him in this way before. They take it in turns: give each other what they need, when they need it. “Wasn’t helpful today, though?” he prompts, his eyebrows raised sympathetically.

She shakes her head, looking sheepish. “Sorry.”

“Hey,” he says. He smiles a little bit and a shallow dimple appears in his cheek. “That’s fine. It’s just a game. We play it whenever you want to, we stop playing when you’re not enjoying it. That’s important, alright?”

“Yeah,” she says quietly. “Sorry.”

“Need to stop apologising, baby,” he tells her. “Just keep talking to me. I don’t want to hurt you.” He kisses her cheek and the gesture raises butterflies in her stomach, even still after all the months they’ve been together. It reminds her that he’s there for her, to look after her, to take care of her when she can’t do it for herself. His lips stay close to her skin as he asks, “How can I help, though, really?”

She buries her face back into his shoulder. “Dunno,” she says, her voice muffled. “Just need you.”

She feels his chin gently knock against the top of her head as he nods, his arms tightening around her again. “You’ve got me, baby. Always got me.”

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thank you for reading! if you did like it, a reblog would be really appreciated as well as any feedback/comments you might have! you can find more of my writing on my masterlist.

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sunshineandaisies · 3 years

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What’s in the Box, Peter?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Words: ~1.7k

Warnings: fluff, mentions of pregnancy

Note: Happy Mother’s Day to all the baby mommas, the fur mommas, the plant mommas, and all the momma’s in between!

Ever since you started dating Peter during your freshman year of college, you always spent Mother’s Day with him and May.

Of course, you always had the customary FaceTime call with your own mother but with the prices of plane tickets constantly increasing, going home to spend the day with your family just wasn’t possible when all your money went towards rent and school expenses.

So spending the day with Peter and May became tradition, and quite frankly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

May Parker had practically inducted you into the family after only a few months of dating her nephew, and she was the very definition of what you thought motherhood was all about. She was understanding whenever Peter found himself in trouble - whether it be as Peter Parker or his masked superhero alter ego - and she was always willing to lend an ear whenever you or Peter needed to rant about something (even if it was about each other). She worried about Peter - of course she did - but she let him have his space to make his own mistakes and learn from them.

She may not have been Peter’s actual mother, but damn did that woman deserve the best Mother’s Day that you and Peter could muster.

You’d stayed at May’s apartment the night before rather than at yours and Peter’s apartment on the other side of the city to save yourself the commute in the morning, and you were infinitely glad that you’d done so. An extra hour of sleep was definitely worth you and Peter squeezing into the small bed in his old bedroom.

Peter still woke up early, though.

He always did, unable to really sleep in the days leading up to Mother’s Day. He grew restless and quiet, and you didn’t need to ask to know why.

He pressed his lips to your cheek before he left for his visit to his mother’s grave that morning, his jacket tugged on to protect himself from the early morning chill and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He whispered a promise of coffee when he returned, and your appreciation for him doubled in an instant.

By the time he returned, you were busy making pancakes and humming along to the song on the radio while May tittered around the kitchen despite your insistence that she let you take care of making breakfast.

It was her day, after all.

“Good morning,” Peter greeted, pressing a styrofoam cup into your hand. He pressed his lips to your temple before greeting May with a hug and wishing her a happy Mother’s Day. He set a small, wrapped box down on the counter, making you cock your head in curiosity.

“What’s that?” you asked, pointing at the box in question with the spatula. You were sure that you had already gotten May a Mother’s Day gift. In fact, you had wrapped her gift yourself the night before. Had you forgotten something?

“Just a Mother’s Day gift,” he replied vaguely, a smile curling his lips. “You’ll see after breakfast.”

Your gaze kept flitting back to that mysterious little box as you finished stacking pancakes onto a large plate, as you filled three glasses of juice and set the table, and as you and Peter caught May up on all of things that you had accomplished over the course of the last semester. You were just barely managing to contain your curiosity enough to actively keep up the conversation and not be rude, and Peter wasn’t helping any.

The way that he seemed extra fidgety and the way that his gaze kept flitting to you more than usual while he talked to May about his plans once you were both finally done with grad school had you wondering if you did something wrong or even worse- if he was planning something that you didn’t know about.

Oh, God. Was he going to propose?

Outwardly, you were smiling brightly and nodding in agreement to what Peter was saying about your plans for the summer, but inwardly, you were panicking.

You loved Peter, you really did, and you’d be happy to marry him. Just not now. You’d had the discussion about marriage over a year ago, knowing that you both wanted it at some point, but you and he had both agreed that marriage was off the table until you were both done with school. You both had at least one year of grad school left, and that was only if you - ever the academic - decided to not continue your education with further certification. A proposal was at least a year away, so long as Peter adhered to the agreement you had made nearly two years ago.

You cleared the table with lightning speed once everyone had finished with their breakfast, wanting nothing more than to know what Peter was hiding. You retrieved May’s gift from Peter’s bedroom and placed it in front of her while Peter held onto the small mystery box, his fingers flexing and unflexing nervously.

Jesus Christ, you were about to implode from impatience and anxiety and-

“This is so cute!” May exclaimed, holding up the small succulent in a pot shaped like a dinosaur. “Did you find this at that shop on 47th?”

“I think so?” Peter looked to you for confirmation, but you only shrugged in response. “Y/N picked out most of the stuff in there. She has a better eye for things than I do.”

“Peter did pick out the wine, though,” you pointed out, nodding towards the fancy bottle of white wine that had cost more than your electrical bill last month. “I will, however, take credit for the plant and the memory foam slippers.”

You shared a small smile with Peter as May looked over her gifts happily. “This is so sweet. Thank you.” She leaned across the table and pulled your both into as tight a hug as she could manage with a table in the way.

“Happy Mother’s Day, May,” Peter told her, and the few happy tears she swiftly brushed away with her thumbs didn’t escape your attention.

“Happy Mother’s Day, May,” you repeated, feeling so incredibly grateful to have May in your life. “You literally deserve the best Mother’s Day for putting up with this guy for most of his life.” You gently nudged Peter in the side with your elbow as you teased, chuckling as he rolled his eyes at you while struggling to fight back an amused smile.

“Whatever,” he scoffed, and it only made you and May laugh harder. “You both love me.”

And suddenly your laughter died as your attention was dragged back to that mysterious little box, now pushed in front of you by Peter. “What’s this?”

“It’s for you,” he answered as if it wasn’t already blatantly obvious.

“I get that, but why?” You observed the small gift nervously. “It’s Mother’s Day, Pete, and I’m very much not a mother. Not unless you count being a plant mother. You didn’t need to get me anything.”

“What?” His face twisted in confusion, brows knit together and lips slightly parted. “You don’t know? I thought you knew.”

What the hell? Your brows knit together as you looked from Peter to May, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. “Know what? I think I would know if I was a mom, Peter.” You let out a breath and started to pull at the wrapping paper. “I mean, thank you for the gift, but this was really unneces-” Your words died on the tip of your tongue as you saw what was tucked neatly into the small box.

You lifted the mug from the box, staring at the words written across the front in pretty pink script.

‘Happy (Expectant) Mother’s Day’

You blinked, too confused to speak.

“I thought you said she knew,” you heard May whisper to Peter.

“I thought she did!” your boyfriend whispered in return. “I thought she was waiting for today to tell me!”

You finally snapped out of your trance, placing the mug down on the table and turning to Peter. “Can you please explain what’s happening?”

After a beat of silence, he answered, “You’re pregnant.”

You snorted in disbelief. “I think I’d know if I was pregnant, Peter.” You took a second to mentally count the days, and your heart began to beat erratically once you realized you had been so busy with final papers and projects to remember when your last period had been. Well, shit.

“You are,” he said confidently. He draped an arm around the back of your chair before taking your hand in his. “Some nights, when it’s really quiet, I can hear the baby’s heartbeat. Scared the hell out of me when I first heard it.” Instinctively, your hands dropped to your stomach, cradling it tenderly. Leave it to your boyfriend to find out you were pregnant before you did thanks to his hyper-senses. “I thought you knew and you were planning to tell me today, you know, because it’s Mother’s Day.” He scratched the back of his neck and laughed nervously, his gaze flitting to May before he met your eyes again. “I, uh, realize now that you didn’t know.”

“We’re gonna have a baby?” He nodded, lips curling into a smile. “I’m gonna be a mom?” Another nod. “I thought you were gonna propose! I was so nervous!”

“I mean, I can still do that if you want,” he offered, a mischievous twinkle in his chocolate eyes.

“No!” you exclaimed. “I think one big life change is enough for today.”

You shared a soft, sweet kiss with Peter before turning your attention back to the mug on the table. Your fingers curled around it, holding it gently in your hands as you stared at the words again and a smile tugged at your lips.

A gentle hand on yours called your attention away from the mug and to May. The older woman was smiling widely at you and her nephew, i she’d tears glittering in her eyes. “Happy Mother’s Day, Y/N.”

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pies-writes-and-more · 3 years

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covered in bruises

word count: 2,611

pairing: tsukishima kei x fem!reader

warnings: brief mentions of blood, nosebleeds, bruises, and scuffs/cuts, also a bitchy ex-boyfriend who sucks and shares some private pics. also some swearing cause it’s me (but i promise it’s fluffy!!!)

a/n: i genuinely have no clue where this idea came from but I’m a sucker for partners taking care of each other after a fight or something so tadah. thank you to @satan-ruler-of-hells for helping me with the ending and @thisnoodlewritesao3 for helping me with the title! i hope you guys enjoy!

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A few years ago, if you had told Y/N Y/L/N that she would be answering a phone call in the dead of night from Yamaguchi, she probably would’ve guessed that the two of them had forgotten about some project they were supposed to complete and the pair would’ve spent all night working on it while Tsukishima slept peacefully knowing he had finished it.

What Y/N never guessed on happening was Tsukishima stumbling through her front door, only barely being held up by Yamaguchi, the blond’s face covered in scuff marks and blood dripping from his nose and lips.

“What the hell happened?” Y/N gaped, immediately rushing to Tsukishima’s other side and helping him into the kitchen.

“Don’t even get me started,” Yamaguchi grumbled, muttering something about keeping your mouth shut and never would’ve gotten into this mess.

“Stop grumbling. I’m fine. You’re fine. Everyone’s fine,” Tsukishima huffed, pushing the two of them off but swaying a little.

“Tsukishima Kei, what the hell happened to you? You look like you got into a fight!” Y/N stared at him for a moment, watching as his gaze flickered away from hers. She glanced at Yamaguchi, as if hoping that would bring some answers, but he just glared at Tsukishima as well. “I’ll get the first aid kit,” she said after a beat of silence, walking to the other room.

There was a flurry of hushed whispers as she left, Yamaguchi insisting to Tsukishima that he needed to tell her what was going and Tsukishima being blatantly stupid and insisting that there was in fact, nothing going on.

By the time that Y/N returned, hands filled with some spare tissues and bandages, sprays and cotton balls, Yamaguchi had thrown up his hands in the air in exasperation, “I give up. I brought him this far. He’s your problem now,” he groaned, shaking his head towards Y/N. “I’m sorry for dumping him on you, but maybe you can talk some sense into him.”

Y/N and Tsukishima watched as Yamaguchi stormed off, leaving both of them in an awkward silence.

“Are you going to stand there or are you going to help me?” Tsukishima grumbled after a bit, sitting down on a nearby dining chair.

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, part of her wanting to smack him in the head but thinking better of it considering his injuries. “Here, hold this to your nose,” she insisted, handing him the tissues as she glanced over his body. From what she could see, the most damage was on his face but if he could keep his nosebleed in order, she could tend to the scrapes and cuts that were starting to bleed on his knuckles.

Pulling up a chair next to him, Y/N sprayed some hydrogen peroxide onto his knuckles. Tsukishima inhaled sharply, pulling away from her grip as he winced, “What the hell is that?” He glared at her, trying not to make it obvious just how much that fucking hurt.

“Give me your fucking hands, Kei,” Y/N demanded, holding her hands out with another vicious look. “You gotta spray them before they get all infected.”

The boy hesitated before slowly letting her hands take his, bracing himself this time as she dabbed away the blood and finally wrapped it up in some medical bandages. “I’ll get you something cold for your nose, hang on,” she mumbled, shuffling to the freezer and digging through to find something helpful.

Tsukishima shifted awkwardly, trying to glance around at anything else so he didn’t have to sit in the silence. “Are you not going to ask?” He muttered out finally, avoiding her eyes as he checked to see how much his nose was still bleeding.

“How about I assume it was something stupid?” she quipped, bringing over a cold ice pack. “Here, I use this sometimes when my muscles hurt after swimming practice.”

He nodded slowly, placing it over his nose in hopes of bringing down any swelling. Now that he was sitting here and his adrenaline was going down, everything was starting to ache a lot more.

“It wasn’t stupid,” Tsukishima murmured, glancing at her for a moment.

Y/N laughed a bit, shaking her head, “Sure it wasn’t.”

Tsukishima frowned tightly, watching her as she cleaned him up. Her fingers delicately working along his skin, checking for any other cuts or scrapes along his arm. “Why would it be something stupid?”

“Because, the Tsukishima Kei that I grew up with only fought with snarky comebacks and sneers,” Y/N laughed a bit at the memories, glancing up at him and brushing her fingers along the cut on his eyebrow.

“Wouldn’t that mean that if I had to punch someone, it would be something serious?”

The girl couldn’t contain her laughter anymore, thinking about this string bean of a boy throwing hands, “You punched someone? It kinda just looks like you got used as a punching bag.”

“Hey, it was 3 to 1. And I left some pretty good cuts on them too, thank you very much,” Tsukishima groaned a bit as Y/N dabbed a bit of the peroxide on his eyebrow, swatting at her hand, “Okay okay. I think it’s clean now!”

“So if one of these gets infected, will you be bitching like a little baby then too?” She shot back, smacking his hand away from hers. “How’s your nose?”

Tsukishima pulled the tissues and cold pack away from his face, letting Y/N examine him, “Well, I don’t think it’s broken so you’ll probably be fine. Just don’t take a volleyball to the face anytime soon.”

He just rolled his eyes as she went to start a kettle, insisting that tea was good for healing.

“If I asked what it was about would you be honest?” Y/N questioned as she brought over two cups of tea.

“Would you believe me if I said they had just such punchable faces?”

“No.”

“Then no.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, kicking at his shin from under the table and making him whine a bit more, “Hey! I’m bruised all over the place!”

“Tell me what happened! Yamaguchi thought I should know so why shouldn’t I know?”

Tsukishima just looked away, fingers drumming along the mug that was warming his hands. “Just... some dude doing some dumb shit. Saying stupid things about...”

“About?”

“About you.”

Y/N stared at him for what felt like an eternity. Tsukishima wasn’t exactly the number one best example of a friend. And it wasn’t like there weren’t people before who didn’t like her. There were bound to be people saying shit.

“What did they say? Do I know them?” She asked finally, thinking back about the list of people she had in her head who definitely didn’t like her.

“It doesn’t matter, they were just being idiots,” Tsukishima tried to insist, sipping at his tea. “I was just annoyed and so I called them out for it. And the one guy took a swing at me. Then we just... did what guys do, I dunno.”

“Is Yamaguchi okay?” Y/N’s eyes widened, looking at her front doors as if the boy would magically still be there. “Did he get hurt?”

“No way. If anything, Yamaguchi probably broke the one guy’s nose,” Tsukishima snickered, thinking back to the moment where one of the dudes crumpled up in pain after Yams smacked him around.

Y/N nodded slowly, reminding herself to text the boy later and make sure he was alright. “You’re really not gonna tell me what they said?”

Tsukishima stretched his legs out slightly, getting more comfortable in the seat and avoided her eyes some more, as if pretending she hadn’t said anything. But the awkwardness exuding from him was very evident. “He just... said something about you being average... but still kept showing off these stupid pictures,” he finally muttered out, ears going red.

Y/N felt her heart drop a little. She didn’t need to hear anything more than pictures to know that her fucking ex-boyfriend was the one who was causing all this trouble. She had so many regrets about that relationship, and one of them was the photos that she had sent.

“I deleted them,” Tsukishima commented after glancing at her expression. “When I knocked him down I grabbed his phone and deleted them. I dunno if he has other copies somewhere but...”

Y/N practically threw herself across the table, wrapping the string bean boy into a hug. There was such a relief off of her shoulders, just knowing that Tsukishima had tried to get rid of them.

He grunted in response, pulling her closer into a hug but also shifting her weight around so it wasn’t on his side (which hurt like a bitch). “Stop doing stupid things for boys who are too dumb to realize what they have,” he commented, flicking her head.

She gave a little laugh, hugging him tighter for a moment before pulling away, “Yea yea... Does that mean I should stop taking care of you all the time?”

Tsukishima’s lips made a few protesting sounds, huffing before finally standing up and stretching. “I should get going. I don’t want you to stay up too late or you’ll be yawning all day tomorrow in math.”

Y/N smacked his arm a little making him wince a bit, which just made her laugh, “Go on then. Try to take a shower and ice your bruises. And next time you beat up my ex-boyfriend, call me so I can take a swing at him too.”

Tsukishima smirked and nodded, heading to the front door and slipping his shoes on.

“Hey Tsukishima?”

He glanced back at her, surprised to find the nervous look on her face. She shifted on her feet for a moment before reaching up and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, “I mean it. Thank you.”

Tsukishima burst into a fit of stammers, insisting that it wasn’t that big of a deal and she shouldn’t make it into one, but his cheeks were glowing red while he waved it away.

The next day at school, Y/N couldn’t help but smirk when her eyes landed on her black-eyed and scuffed up ex-boyfriend. For a string bean, apparently Tsukishima was pretty good at landing punches. Maybe it was the snarky expression on her face, or maybe it was just because she had walked by, but before Y/N could rush past him, her ex-boyfriend stepped in front of her, glowering down at her.

“Get out of my way, asshole,” Y/N huffed, stepping back slightly.

“You know, I always knew there was something going on with you and Four Eyes,” her ex told her in a low voice, arms crossed in front of his chest. “I should’ve known you were cheating on me.”

“Right, I cheated on you and then broke up with you for cheating on me,” Y/N raised an eyebrow up at him. “Get lost, idiot. I don’t have time for you.”

“You’re saying you weren’t seeing him behind my back? That it’s not suspicious that you two immediately started going out after we broke up?” His voice was raising, causing all the students nearby to glance in their direction, whispers filling the space around them.

“We aren’t going out,” Tsukishima’s voice thudded into the air, his heavy arm flopping onto Y/N’s shoulders. He patted her head gently as he gave her a simple smile before turning his glare onto the dude in front of him. “I didn’t ask her out when you two broke up. But if she’ll have me, I can do it here and now in front of you?”

The offer stunned everyone around them, even the whispering bunches of teens who had come around to see if these two bruised and beaten up boys would end up fighting again. Y/N looked up at Tsukishima with wide eyes, heart palpitating against her chest.

“I knew you liked her,” her ex scoffed. “Too bad she’s too good for you.”

“Well if she settled for the likes of you, I must have a pretty decent shot. I might not be the best boyfriend material, but at least I know not to talk shit about a girl like Y/N,” Tsukishima snapped back. His eyes finally met Y/N’s and she had to wonder for a moment if he was being serious or just saying this to show up the asshole in front of them.

“There’s no way she would go out with you-” the asshole glared at the two of them.

“Yes,” Y/N breathed out softly, both Asshole and Tsukishima’s eyes falling on her. “Ask me.”

Tsukshima’s usually scowling lips turned into a smile, patting her head and ruffling up her hair slightly, “Go out with me.”

Y/N nodded with a smile, still searching his eyes for any sign that this was a genuine interaction.

“Finally,” Yamaguchi huffed from behind the two of them, grinning widely as they all turned to look at him. “The two of you look good together. Now hurry up, we’re going to be late to class.”

Tsukishima grabbed Y/N’s hand before she or her ex could say anything, pulling her ahead as they followed Yams to class.

“W-Wait, Tsukishima,” Y/N stopped in her tracks as they got outside of the classroom, Yams already heading in.

“What?”

Y/N watched him carefully, still unsure of his intentions. “Thank you, for helping me out back there but...”

Tsukishima’s eyes darkened for a moment, like he was coming to some sort of realization, “If it was just a ploy to you, it’s fine. We can just say it was to get him off your back, that’s fine.”

She grabbed his arm as he started to move away, frowning as she looked up at him, “N-No, that’s... I just wanted to know if you... if you meant it.”

As his eyes met hers again, he tilted his head slightly, “Meant what?”

Y/N sighed, knowing they were going to end up going back and forth on this topic if she wasn’t straight up wit him. “Did... Did you really want to ask me out?”

He gave a smirk and Y/N’s heart started to fall - so it had been a joke this whole time then. “Obviously I wanted to ask you out. I’ve been wanting to for weeks now. Did you think I would just ask you out for no reason?”

Y/N wanted to point out that he could have just asked her out to humiliate her ex but seemed to catch onto this and just laughed. “If you think I’d actually fight a guy for just anyone, you’re stupider than I thought.”

She pouted in return, hitting his chest in defiance, “Hey!”

Tsukishima laughed and flicked her forehead, smirking down at her, “Go out with me. Seriously this time.”

Y/N glared playfully at him, pushing at his chest a little, “Fine. But you’ve got to be a bit nicer to me.”

“I took punches to the face for you, how much nicer can I get?” Tsukishima scoffed but bent down and kissed her nose gently. “Now hurry up, we’re late now, idiot.”

Y/N couldn’t help but feel like everyone was watching them as Tsukishima interlaced their fingers together and pulled her into class, dropping her off at her seat and giving her a cheeky wink, before taking his next to Yamaguchi.

She glanced at him every few seconds in class, pinching herself each time he would catch her eye and give her a small smile, wondering if her dreams had really come true. Had the guy she had fallen head over heels for really just asked her out?

Yes. And surprisingly, it was all thanks to her piece of shit ex boyfriend and a bloody nose.

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