#Ken let me nurse you back to health

[finndoesntwantthis]

I should be allowed to fist fight my favorite wrestlers when they put me through emotional distress, Hanger count your days!!!!!

[joonipertree]

Sano Manjiro, the most frustrating man to have a crush on

You learnt that Mikey punched a guy who asked you out. Mikey refuses to explain why. Both of you are dumbasses.

Tags: fluff, stupid shit, getting together, friends to lovers, fem bodied reader, smut at the end, it's him just eating you out sjsns, slight Dom/sub undertones because I can't help myself

  Mikey was a dumbass. 

In every sense of the word, he was a short fucking dumbass with a deep melodic voice and great hair. The biggest dumbass in the world. You wanted to punch him in the face and kiss him at the same time. Genuinely, you couldn’t stand that man. In no way could you imagine him ever being a good boyfriend. He’d suck at it-----

“Oi, Sano Manjiro.” 

The man in question turned, face dead and eyebrow twitching. 

“What?”

“Did you beat up the guy? 

“I beat up a lot of guys.”

“The guy who asked me out.”

Mikey sat back with his palms on the ground and Toman jacket secured on his back. His hair had gotten long, a bit too long for his liking and he still hadn’t decided how to cut it. You’d already taken the liberty over the last few weeks to tie them in pigtails and braid them to your heart’s content. He’d just walk around like that without batting an eye. 

“Yeah, he went out with one hit. You could do better.”

“Do you know who you are? The fuck. That could have killed him.”

“He isn’t in the hospital or anything.”

You turned around, not being able to take a look at your friend anymore than you needed to. Everyone around you stared with either pity or annoyance. Sanzu, Emma and Ken-chin were utterly done with Mikey’s dumbassery and Chifuyu was done with yours. Baji and Kazutora were done with both of you. They just always choose the stupid people as friends. 

“You weren’t gonna say ‘yes’ were you?”

And you weren’t. The boy had very bravely confessed his feelings for you (unlike some people) and before you could even tell him your answer, he’d told you to think about it at least. You’d appreciated it and left at that, already planning on saying no. 

“Maybe I was, what’s it to you?”

“Oh my god,” Emma muttered out in agony. 

"Maybe you should nurse him back to health then." 

"Yeah I was already planning on it." 

No you were not.

You left with an emphasis on your steps, back straight and eyes hard because you were stubborn. You didn't care if Mikey won at being the most stubborn person in the block, you would beat him at his own game.

♡

"You know he likes you. He has for years. He knows you like him. Just fuck already." Chifuyu moaned out, having gotten over the shoujo vibes very quickly after seeing the slow burn drag out. 

"I dunno what you're talking about." 

You wanted to deny it. Not deny that you were in love with Mikey but deny he was in love with you. Because admitting it meant hoping for something to happen and false hope got you hurt. People got close, they saw you in your humanity and ran away. The only people you trusted not to leave were your friends, Mikey included. 

"Oh come on. I have given you a powerpoint presentation and a whole binder worth of evidence that Mikey likes you. I nearly got wiped out by Draken for taking one too many pictures." 

You snorted. Chifuyu being a romantic buffoon with an overeager imagination made it harder for you to accept it. But you did acknowledge, not with the binder full of pictures and 'receipts', that Mikey had a soft spot for you. 

You got close at 17, Mikey being an extroverted loud mouth and you being a shy but curious introvert. He took you on bike rides, talked to you while making eye contact, held your hand and pulled you next to him and you fed him bites of your food and let him sleep on your lap. 

But you wanted to argue that….Mikey was just friendly like that. 

It had been a few years before you noticed that Mikey rarely made eye contact with people while talking but always asked for your attention. You both were hopeless and were just waiting for the other one to confess. It was getting painful. 

Chifuyu's eyes shifting to the side made you alert because he wasn't good at acting. And when he got up and ran, you knew who came inside. 

"Hi, Captain! Bye, Captain!" 

Mikey sat in front of you, dark bottomless eyes staring into your soul. You looked back at him, still pissed that he punched a perfectly nice guy. He then eyed your sundae and you immediately pulled it closer to you. He needed to learn that actions had consequences and that you weren't weak for him.

  With a pout, Mikey placed his chin on his arms, splayed out on the table. It made you aware how broad he was, fingers nimble and boney and angular.

 Pretty. Always so pretty. 

"How's your boyfriend doing?" 

Your teeth clicked and with a roll of your eyes, you established that Mikey needed to get pushed off a cliff somewhere. 

"So you aren't gonna tell me?" 

"Tell you what?" Mikey drawled out, looking up at you through his eyelashes. 

"Why you punched an innocent dude."

"He pissed me off." 

"Why?" 

"Did you say yes?" 

"Answer me first." 

"I did." 

You glared, taking a petty bite of your ice cream in retaliation. Mikey glared back harder, only changing when he looked out the corner of his eyes. You were about to turn your head before he spoke up again. 

"It was an accident." 

Your snort was loud and unattractive, hiding your face to try and compose yourself. When you looked up,Mikey's face had softened. 

"I don't believe you." 

"It's the truth. Answer my question." 

You debated your options. Because maybe saying that 'yeah I want to date him' would be going too far considering it would be a lie. But admitting that you didn't meant even more probing questions. Like why you were annoyed at Mikey for punching someone you didn't wanna date.

"Why do you care?" You retaliated like a dumbass.

"You're pissing me off." 

"Good." 

There was another pause. Mikey's hand moving to steal your bowl. You swerve it away from him with no chance of winning with his reflexes and the limited space. So your hand went to grab his wrist. 

Your heart raced at immediate contact. You became all too aware of him. Aware of his delicate wrist, the muscle, the bone that jutted out, the blue veins against pale skin. You became aware of his reddened and bruised knuckles, his calluses and ripped cuticles. They were hands of a delinquent, that liked to grip things too tight and didn't mind rough surfaces and reveled in strenuous activity. They were big too, too big against your own hand and too rough for your soft skin. 

And they were warm, soaking into you to leave a lasting impression. 

Mikey let go of the bowl in favor of holding your arm, gentle and all encompassing. His thumb rubbed against your skin, causing goosebumps to form and a shiver to run down your spine. 

"I was fighting with Takemitchy. The dude got caught in the crossfire. My hand landed on his face by accident. I can show you Mitchy as proof. He still looks run down. Even I took a few hits." 

You saw. Saw the scratches on his face and the redness of his jaw. It made you want to chide him for not bandaging himself. But he always liked it when you did it. Your eyes couldn't meet his, staring at your fingers wrapped around his wrist and his thumb rubbing your skin. 

"You need to stop fighting in public settings." 

"It wasn't that bad. A tire or two got thrown around but that's about it." 

"Where did you--- not gonna ask." 

Mikey giggled, soft and gravelly. You were reminded that the years changed his voice in a way that was still his. There was a pause and you realised the question eating away at you wouldn't go away until you asked it. The secret you kept wouldn't help being hidden away. You were tired and just wanted him. 

"You know……I talked to the guy today. Went to meet him." 

Mikey's eyes instantly hardened, looking away with a click of his tongue. 

"Ah, did he tell you I knocked his brains out? You shouldn't date a liar." 

"No," you tried to keep your voice casual, "he told me that it hurt but you weren't even looking at him when it happened. He just got too close." 

"Then why did you ask---" 

"He apologised though, said he didn't know I had a boyfriend." 

Mikey’s lips tugged upwards, turning his head to the side so he could catch his composure. And you were ready to slap the shit out of him. 

“Huh, I don’t know what gave him that impression. We must look good together.”

“I feel like you saying ‘that’s for asking my girl out’ after you hit him might’ve done the trick.”

Mikey held his hands up in surrender, knees knocking against yours almost to tease. 

"I didn't hit him, I just repurposed the accident. Didn't want it to go to waste." 

"Manjiro." 

"What?"

"I'm not yours." 

"Since when?" 

"Since always!!" 

His eyebrows furrowed, leaning back with a huge frown like you'd just told him his house burnt down. 

"What the fuck?"

"You can't just make me yours without asking me first, asshat." 

"Everyone knows you're mine."

"I dont." 

Mikey took your hand, lips on the back of it as if it was a normal part of his day. But your breath hitched and you froze. Because oh---

"I found you first." 

Your palms slammed against the table.

"If you wanna kiss me so bad then do it on my mouth, you coward---"

And within the next second, Manjiro’s mouth crashed into yours. It nearly knocked you back, if it wasn’t for his hand at the back of your head, curling into your hair. You whimpered against him, his lips tugging into a satisfied smirk. 

Chifuyu had yelled out, “Fucking finally!!”

The sound of your lips parting away from each other was enough to make you want to lean back in. Your lips weren’t willing to move even an inch away from him. He tasted good. Like vanilla. And he had trouble keeping himself away from you as well, leaving chaste kisses on the corners of your mouth, fingers keeping your chin lifted up. 

A throat was cleared, your cheeks instantly burned with the realisation of where you were. Mikey glared at the waiter who just let him know that it was time to leave. And with fingers interlocked, Mikey pulled you away from the diner, sticking out his tongue to Ken-chin who sighed in relief and leaned against Emma.

You got on his bike without question, heart racing because oh god--

The door to his room slammed open and he barely paid attention to anything with his arm around you. You giggled as he lifted you up and swirled you inside with a flourish. Once the door was shut, his laughter was loud and warm as his lips crashed into you, hungry for more. And you let him lead you, combing your hand through his hair causing him to shiver. 

Mikey hugged you close, gentle in his touch and you let him swallow you whole and envelop you. When his tongue prodded against your lip, you parted them easily as if he didn’t even have to ask. And oh, he felt good.

 But Mikey will spend the rest of your lives telling you that you were the best feeling in the world. 

“Mine.” Manjiro murmured out, sucking on your lower lip so harshly that your whole body did a visceral shudder. 

You were breathing hard when you parted, eyes hazy but daring as you looked your best friend in the eye. 

“You still haven’t asked me, asshat.”

Manjiro growled, eyes narrowed and twitching. Your head and body threw itself back as you burst out laughing, feeling free because you knew Mikey’s arm would never let you fall. That led your neck to be exposed to the littering kisses Manjiro gave out of vengeance.

 You squealed as it tickled and felt your knees give out against the bed beneath you. He’d backed you up, without you noticing, like a predator cornering its prey for a meal well earned. 

You felt yourself sink into the soft mattress, hand reached out to tug his shirt down towards you. Manjiro just stared at you, eyes gleaming with an emotion you didn’t understand and a grin so wide you could see all his teeth. 

“Mine, in every timeline.” Mikey whispered. 

And your breath hitched, speaking out without a second thought. 

“Yours, in every universe.” 

Manjiro’s eyes watered and he finally enveloped you, body a welcomed weight as he kissed you in slow languid bliss. 

“Good baby,” he whispered and you whined out. 

You pawed at him, liking the praise a little too much. Manjiro’s kisses left a wet hot trail as he went from your chin to your cheek. A wet sound heard every time his lips disconnected from you. You let him have his way, feeling his hand pat the side of your head. 

You wanted to kiss him back but every time you tried, he clicked his tongue in disapproval and you just laid there as he poured his love into you. You had begun to tear up because Manjiro's love was overwhelming and it was for you.

Your eyes closed as his lips met your eyelids, tasting the salty tears and pulling back to inspect your face. You mewled at the lost contact, opening your eyes and pouting.

Oh, how dare he 

He hushed you, hand patting your head again, lips continuing their venture on your face. 

 Your legs wrapped themselves around his waist. And both of you became aware of the effect the intimacy had on you.

 Manjiro pressed into you, hips solid and confident. And you felt his bulge against your pussy, only his pants and your underwear in the way. it was enough to drive you insane. 

You yearned and yearned and begged with pretty fluttery eyes that had him breathless. 

“Yeah? You wan’ me, honey?”

And despite the embarrassment, you nodded with the biggest pout you could muster. And Manjiro melted just at that, ready to burn the world for you if you asked him to. In another timeline, he probably had. 

“Haven’t even been dating for a minute and you're already so needy.”

He didn’t even let you blubber out a complaint before your underwear was exposed to him. And you craved him so badly that your legs made space for only Manjiro. He appreciated it, boney fingers squeezing your hips before imprinting the memory of the wet patch into his mind. 

Oh you were so sweet. A type of pliable that was only given to those you trusted. 

“Not allowed to hide anything, okay?”

And with that, his nose traced the outline of your pussy, tongue peaking out for a taste that just wasn’t enough for you. Your thighs squished against his cheeks and he groaned, pressing his full mouth onto you. Your hips jutted upwards, a cry weak and wobbly escaping your lips. And with effort, you spoke.

“Stop teasing, jerk.”

The warmth was too much, you could feel him right there but the cotton was in the way. Despite your protest, he lapped you up out of greed. And your hands clutched onto his hair. 

“If there’s nothing between us, I won’t be sane.” You heard him say and it just made you needier. 

“Don’ want you to be. Please.”

And with that, his hand ripped your panties out of the way. Manjiro took a second to stare in awe at your pretty pussy. It was so wet, begging him to eat it out, practically drooling. Many thoughts went through his head.

How it would feel to be inside you, how warm it would be, if he could last long in the tightness? If he'd ever be able to survive without the taste of your pussy after this moment? If he gave your cunt a smack, would you like it?

Manjiro decided that keeping you waiting was the worst thing he could possibly do. 

Mikey was a lot more hungry than he thought he was. Your pussy was engulfed in his mouth.

 The direct contact was enough to make him moan. Your own got stuck in your throat, not realising how overwhelming it would be. When his tongue prodded inside, you let him guide your legs against your chest so that he could have more access. And then it plunged inside and you let out a warbled moan that felt too loud in your own ears. With a hand covering your mouth, you tried to suppress the little sounds tumbling out of you.

Manjiro’s middle finger tapped against the plush of your thigh and he pulled away with effort to say:

“No hiding. Be good.”

You cried out, flexing your fingers in his hair as he went back to the task at hand. And you let yourself voice out the feeling, soft “ah, ah, ah”s filling the air and causing you to tear up in embarrassment. 

“Wan’ to be-be good for you.”

“Mhmmm,” He answered with the vibration of his hum shooting through your pussy and into your back that arched almost painfully. 

The orgasm came out of nowhere, crashing into you the second Manjiro’s mouth wrapped around your clit and sucked. 

You didn’t even care how loud you were being, brain wiping out everything it had as your body arched and twitched. Manjiro only stopped lapping your cum when you flinched away, kissing your inner thigh before moving to you for a kiss. 

You let him inside your mouth easily, whimpering and pawing at his shoulder as you held him close. You shook in his embrace, muttering out weak and tiny ‘thank you’s that had him chuckling at you. 

“Did your Manjiro make you feel good, bubba?” 

“Uh-huh.” You nodded, kissing the corner of his lips in appreciation. 

[tojisbbg]

❈ 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 ❈

❝one day i will stop falling in love with you, some day, someone will like me like i like you.❞

♡ manjiro sano ♡

pt.1, pt. 2

a/n: highly requested for pt. 2!! you ask and i shall deliver 😌

content: mikey x reader (y/n), very heavy angst, right person wrong time, you’re mikey’s childhood friend, he’s getting married (lolz), not grammatically checked/edited

...

it was currently seven in the evening, the newlyweds bid the last couple of guests goodbye. throughout the whole event, mikey tried his very best to plaster on the most convincing smile he possibly could to mask the chaos going on inside him. 

there was never a second where you’ve left his mind, ghosting through every lane in his brain as he couldn’t focus on anything but you. he felt guilty, knowing that perhaps his marriage wasn’t going to last as long as he had hoped for. 

“better invite us to the housewarming party, sano. your wife’s cookies are no joke.” pah nudged mikey, a small laugh leaving his chapped lips as he faintly nodded his head. mikey watched pah walking towards the door before suddenly stopping, watching as his friend bent down to fix the bottom of his wife’s dress. the hopeless boy couldn’t help but watch, observing the affection and love reciprocating between pah and his wife, before they both left together. 

in the back of his mind, the memory of you zipping up his jacket properly during the cold winter season, lending him your scarf and making sure that he was all warm and snuggled up was fresh in his mind. you always made sure that he never got sick and when he did, you would ditch everything in your agenda to make it your business to nurse him back to health. 

no one has ever cared for him like you have and mikey knew what he had to do. 

“honey?” the voice of his wife awakened him from his train of thoughts, turning his head to the side as he was met with a warm smile. god, he felt so guilty for what he has done and was about to do. 

“yeah?” he responded, waiting for her to ask.

“i was thinking that the two of us could have a small movie night when we get home.” she suggested, eyes twinkling with hope as mikey gulped harshly. 

home.

they bought a house together and planned to live there forever until time was up. but, he always wished that it was you instead. mikey couldn’t bare to look her in the eye, clearing his throat as he tried to think of an excuse. 

“it’s been a long day, you must be tired. i’ll drop you home and go over to ken-chin’s place since he suddenly left and isn’t answering my calls. get some rest, okay?” he lied straight through his lips, and his poor wife was too naive and quickly sympathized with it. 

“of course, i hope him and y/n are okay. let me know what happens, hm?” suddenly, she wrapped her arms around him, making him freeze. 

it felt so wrong, like he was being suffocated. mikey didn’t like this one bit at all, it felt too new and unpleasant. he’s been with ___ for a couple years by now and these things were never an issue. yet, after your sudden confession, the regret of not coming clean to his feelings years back ate him alive. 

“hm, let’s go.” mikey gave her a smile, placing a hand on her back as he led her out of the church. 

the drive to his house was not very long, giving him enough time to quickly slip out of the annoying suit as he slipped on a pair of jeans and a flannel. he saw his wife sitting on the couch, a small bag of chips in her hands as she munched on the salty snack while watching a rom-com movie. she noticed him and gave him a wave, making mikey want to rip his hair out as he just wanted to tell her the truth. 

but, he wasn’t ready yet. 

he walked over to her and place a faint kiss on her forehead before looking down at her. 

“i’ll be back soon.” mikey assured, making her nod as she watched his figure walk out of the front door. 

the ride to the brothel was about thirty minutes, making mikey curse on why he bought a place that had to be so far. the urgency to see you grew stronger and stronger with every light and block he passed. mikey quickly parked his car after arriving in front of the brothel before rushing out to go up to the floor where you and draken lived on. 

the elevator dinged and he stepped off, now standing in front of your door. his breathing became irregular, anxiety swallowing him up whole. all the possibilities of you hating him and banishing him away from your life scared him to death. a shaky fist came up to the wooden door, knocking twice. 

the door opened, revealing his tall best friend, staring down at him with a death stare that made chills run down his spine. 

“ke-”

“what do you want?” draken brashly cut him off, making mikey’s lips agape as this sudden behavior from his right-hand man was completely unexpected. surely he knows that you might’ve ranted to draken about whatever happened between you two, but usually draken doesn’t like to get involved in neither your or mikey’s personal life. 

“i just came to see y/n and talk with her, five minutes is all i’m asking for.” mikey chewed on his lower lip, eyes sternly on his shoes as he couldn’t bare to see his friend look at him with such hate-filled eyes. draken bitterly laughed, making mikey wince in pain as he knew that this was going to be bad.

“oh, so now you wanna see her, huh? you disappeared for nine fucking years, sano. nine damn years! you didn’t care about my little sister at all, whether she was alive or dead. did she tell you that she fell sick from not eating because she was looking for you? how she couldn’t sleep a single night in peace ‘cause she thought you were dead? of course not, you were too busy being blind and fucking some other bitch.” draken yelled through gritted teeth, making mikey look up at him with anger. 

“mind your fucking words, don’t call ___ a bitch.” the shorter spat out, tension growing between the both. 

“how rude of me, i forgot that you were a gentleman. well then, goodnight.” draken scoffed, attempting to close the door before a foot lodged into the remaining space. 

“please, all i’m asking for is five minutes.” mikey begged, tears welling in his eyes. 

“you had nine years to talk to her, but you didn’t. there is no five minutes, mikey.” the taller spoke, voice know cracking as mikey’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“w-what do you mean? where’s y/n? don’t just stay quiet, answer me!” he grabbed onto draken’s arms, only to have it harshly ripped away from his grasp. 

“she’s dead! y/n is dead, my sister is gone.” the tears that draken has been holding on since mikey has arrived came flooding down, as he glared at his best friend with bitterness. 

the words kept on repeating inside of mikey’s mind, taunting him as it felt like time has stopped. for some reason, it felt as if his body turned into stone, he couldn’t move. suddenly, a wave of rage began to build up, making him grit his teeth before balling his fists. anger clouded his sight as all he saw was red, eyes darkening.

“you piece of shit!” mikey bellowed, lunging towards draken before landing a hard punch on his jaw. remi screamed in horror, panicking as she saw both men breaking out into a violent fight. 

“you knew about her tumor! you fucking knew and you didn’t tell me?! what kind of a fucking friend are you, traitorous jackass!” mikey continued to throw endless amounts of punches on draken’s face, receiving some back as well, but no matter how hard draken hit, he felt numb. 

“stop!” remi yelled, before throwing her shoe at mikey’s head, making him wince at the stinging pain the heel left. draken was on the ground, breathing heavily as he shoved the smaller figure on top of him to the side. 

“do you think that beating each other to death will bring y/n back? do you think she’ll be happy? huh?!” the girl sobbed, landing a hard slap on each of their cheeks as both draken and mikey looked down at the floor in shame. 

“her death was inevitable, that tumor was a ticking bomb. she’s finally free from those painful chemo sessions, headaches, vomiting and seizure episodes. she won’t suffer anymore.” remi sadly smiled, body trembling as draken pulled her into his chest. 

“i deserved to know, she was my other half.” mikey lowly spoke, tears pooling in his eyes, blurring his vision. 

“you didn’t deserve shit, sano. all y/n has ever done is love you with all her heart. you were her world, everything revolved around you. yet, you failed to notice that. what did you do instead? you fucking disappeared without a word. oh and even better, you found some chick too. you never cared about my baby sister, you didn’t! so stop acting like the victim here.” draken sneered, meeting mikey’s teary eyes as he grew quiet.

“i was trying to protect her, i was afraid that my presence in her life would do more harm than good. i was scared that one day something bad would’ve happened to her because it involved something to do with me. i couldn’t risk it, that why i even disbanded toman.” mikey explained, breaking out into a painful cry as his heart bled. 

“did you even love her?” draken questioned, watching the man in front of him choke on tears. 

“god, i loved her to the moon and back! she was all that i could think of every second that i breathed. if i knew sooner, then i would’ve never left. i would’ve never been a coward, i’d stay by her side to protect her. i could’ve had more time!” mikey yelled in agony, making draken grab a hold of him. 

“it would’ve never been enough! y/n didn’t tell you because she knew that it would’ve destroyed you.” draken hugged him, patting his back as remi joined them both as well. 

after a few minutes, draken decided to take remi outside for a small walk, feeling like they needed some fresh air. this gave mikey some time to go see you. he hesitated for a bit, not being able to face you even though you were long gone. but, he eventually mustered up the courage and opened your door. 

there, you laid on the bed like a pretty flower, your skin pale as snow due to the life in you being drained out. 

“i know you told me that you didn’t wanna see me again, but i missed you. i don’t wanna let you go, y/n. i can’t live without my other half, i love you so much.” he cried, stroking your cold face as his tears fell on your cheek. 

if only he knew, he would’ve cherished you longer. 

---

mikey walked inside his house, eyes swollen from crying in the car, nearly getting into an accident twice from his blurred vision. 

he saw his wife with a teary face, her friend my her side rubbing her back. the both of them noticed his appearence, and instead of a look of relief, the both of them looked angry. 

mikey stood in his place, watching his wife rise from her spot and walking towards him before landing a harsh slap on his face. 

“you fucking cheater! you don’t love me, i was your escape route. you love y/n, don’t you?” she asked, voice becoming shaky as she looked at mikey through glossy eyes. 

mikey remained quiet, and there she got her answer. 

“i knew it, i knew it! yet i still had some trust and hope within you that my guts were wrong. that maybe those little gestures you both gave each other was nothing but platonic. i was wrong, you and that two-faced bitch lied to me!” she screamed in agony. 

“watch you mouth! you don’t get to call her that, you heard me? everything that she has ever done for anyone was nothing but a selfless act. you don’t know her.” mikey said through gritted teeth, making his wife scoff. 

“yeah? well, you can now go back to her and continue to kiss her mighty ass ‘cause i want a divorce.” she sternly said, crossing her arms over her chest before walking to the door with her friend. 

“i’ll get you the papers by next week.” mikey bluntly said, not even trying to fight or defend himself. he was tired and he didn’t want to live in an unhappy marriage for the rest of his life knowing that his heart belonged to you and only you. 

“why? i wish to cut my ties with you as soon as possible.” she said with disgust laced in her tone. 

“because i have to attend y/n’s funeral.” mikey deadpanned, making his wife’s mouth gape open. 

“huh, guess karma is real. that’s what you get, sano.” his wife’s best friend taunted, making his now ex-wife giggle. 

“i’ll come tomorrow to get my stuff. i can’t stand to stay here for another minute. also, i hope that two-faced bitch burns in hell.” she cockily said before heading out the door, slamming it shut. 

---

it’s been about a month since you’ve died and mikey hasn’t visited your grave yet. he was there for your funeral, seeing how draken never requested the morgue people to not take off the promise ring you both have on your pinky finger. but, he didn’t stay for the burial. 

mikey sat on the bench by the river, sighing as he fished out the pack of cigarettes he bought earlier. he opened the lid, plucking one of them out before placing it on his lips. as he brought his lighter closer to the end of the cigarette, your voice echoed in his mind. 

“see, much better than cigarettes. but i was being serious, mikey, i don’t wanna see those near your lips or reach ever again. swear on my life?”

he took it out, placing it back in the package. mikey stood up, walking towards the garbage can before throwing out the pack of cigarettes. 

mikey decided that it was time to see you.

he reached your grave as you were buried in the nearest cemetary, easy for your sibling to visit you on the weekends. mikey sat in front of your tombstone, placing the cup of chocolate pudding on the ground. 

“felt like you wanted some.” he smiled, opening up his own as he took a scoop of the sweet treat in his mouth. 

“how did i do it, y/n? how did i live all those years without you? now that you’re gone, i feel suffocated. it feels like i’m falling in this bottomless pit with no one to save me.” mikey’s voice broke, tears stinging his vision as he bit his lips to conceal a choked out cry that itched to leave his throat. 

“you just have to find happiness again, mikey.” a soft voice spoke from behind him, the familiarity of the tone set chills all over his body. he turned around, eyes widening in shock as he couldn’t believe it. 

“y/n?” he called out, but it was barely a whisper. mikey knew that you were dead, and that perhaps he was going insane, but he didn’t care. 

you smiled at him, taking a seat in front of him as you grabbed the chocolate pudding he brought for you. 

“are you real?” mikey finally mustered up the courage to ask, making you chuckle as you grabbed his hand. your flesh was cold, making him intertwine his fingers with yours in an attempt to give you some of his warmth. 

“it’s time to let me go, mikey. you have to live, travel, start a family and just be happy; without me.” your eyes held so much sadness and depth, it no longer twinkled with hope like before, making his heart ache. 

“i can’t. i need you by my side, y/n. please, come back.” he begged, shaky hands coming up to cup your face. tears began to stream down his face as he softly cried, making you sigh as you pulled him in a hug. 

“do you remember our first meeting?” you asked, gently stroking his hair as he nodded. 

“i told you, there’s too much love in this world to be consumed by regret or grief. i’m not saying that you shouldn’t grieve, but you have to pick yourself up and continue with the rest of your life eventually. that’s what i want, mikey.” you spoke, making him look at you with glossy eyes. 

“if only i knew sooner, i would’ve done things so much more differently.” mikey sniffled, making you shake your head in disagreement. 

“that’s why i didn’t tell you. my condition would’ve consumed you and i didn’t want that. i didn’t die in vain, i died knowing that i had a loving family and person who loved me for who i am. i’m happy, mikey and it’s time that you find that happiness too.” you assured, kissing his forehead as small drops of rain began to fall. 

“i envisioned a happy life with you, with one or maybe two little kids running around our house. ken-chin and remi visiting us on christmas, road trips and so much more. i’ll wanted to marry you, y/n! you’re the only girl that i have ever loved, the one my heart belongs to.” mikey broke down, trembling as the rain drenched him. you couldn’t help but let a few of your own tears fall, watching the man that you love crumble to pieces. 

“then marry me, sano.” you looked at him with adoring eyes, making him shoot you a confused look. you took off the promise ring on your pinkie before handing it to him. he took off his as he placed it in your palms, eyes never leaving yours. 

he slid on the ring on your ring finger as you did the same to him. mikey gave you a soft smile before caressing your cheek.

“god, i love you so much.” mikey mumbled under his breath, leaning in for a kiss. you accepted it, and for some reason, your lips felt warm and soft. 

“i love you too, which is why i need you to live for me. i’ll always be here with you mikey, somewhere safe and sound.” you placed a hand over his heart, making him cry harder as he nodded. 

“okay. i’ll try, for you.” he offered you a broken smile, kissing your hands as you hummed. 

“goodbye, mikey.” you said, and it made his heart drop. 

“wait! don’t leave just yet! ple-”

but it was too late because now it was just him who sat alone by your grave. mikey saw that the pudding he got for you was gone, making him believe that the vision or ghost of you was in fact real. 

you came back to him, even if it was for a moment. 

mikey knew that he had to give his life a chance, a chance that you never got. which is why he promised to live to the fullest for you. 

---

big flashing lights nearly blinded the famous race car driver as he cleared his throat, waiting for the interviewer to bombard him with questions. 

“mr. sano! what a pleasure to have you here, thank you for joining us today.” the woman politely said, making mikey give her a small smile. 

“the pleasure’s all mine, thank you for having me.” mikey smoothly replied, making the crowd swoon. for a man that was pushing his mid-thirties, mikey looked amazing, without a doubt. his voice was crisp and honey-like, making it hard for people to resist him. 

not to mention the generous heart he has. 

the interview was pretty long, consisting of questions that made mikey talk about his childhood, goals and inspirations. until the burning question hit him like a truck. 

“mr. sano, you’ve got quite a fanbase.” the interviewer started off, being cut off by the loud squeals of mikey’s fangirls, making him chuckle. 

“we all want to know, are you single?” the question pondered in his head, but mikey knew the answer and didn’t hesitate. 

“i’m not, actually.” he revealed, making people gasp and scream from shock. 

“who’s the lucky girl if i may ask?” the interviewer continued to ask for further information. mikey smiled, thinking about the only woman that will ever own his heart. 

“my best friend, y/n. she’s my wife who unfortunately passed away a few years ago due to an inoperable brain tumor. she’s the love of my life and i miss her every day. i funded the research foundation for inoperable brain tumors in memory of her. she’s the biggest inspiration in my life and i hope she’s happy when she watches over me.” mikey spoke into the mic, making the crowd briefly go silent before a loud wave of claps echoed through the room. 

“you’re a great man, mr. sano, i’m sure your wife is very proud of you. she sounds like an amazing woman.” the interviewer offered a consoling smile. 

“she was. y/n was brilliant, she was smart and talented in almost every aspect. she’s my other half, which is why it made it hard for me to learn how to live without her after she passed away. but, she always told me how there was too much love in this world and i shouldn’t be consumed by grief. so, i picked myself back up and started something to give other people hope for a better tomorrow.” mikey explained, seeing how the audience was in tears from his heart-touching words. 

for a breif moment, mikey saw you amongst the crowd. his eyes widened, seeing you in a beautiful cherry sundress, similar to the one you wear every summer in high school. you were clapping and you blew him a kiss, to which he caught as his eyes teared. 

mikey knew that he would never stop falling in love with you and that he would let you break his heart over and over again. 

because his heart belong to you and only you. 

[theweightofakiteofdreamsingold]

Torn II - Jacob Kiszka

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mature themes, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, language, MINORS DNI.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long. 🫣 I wasn’t gonna do smut, but I’m a whore, so it’s inevitable. I hope you all enjoy. ♥️

✨Bajabule✨

-Ken

“Jake stop!!!!! I can’t breathe!!!” Your giggles filled the room as Jake pinned you down, tickling your sides.

“Then say it!” A grin painted his face as he watched you wiggle and squirm, trying to escape.

“Okay, okay, OKAY!!!! YOU’RE THE GREATEST HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPOS PLAYER TO EVER EXIST!” Tears were spilling from your eyes, and your sides were aching from laughing so hard. He took mercy on you, letting his hands fall to his sides.

“See? Was that so hard?” He leaned down, giving your nose a light peck before climbing off of you. You stayed on the floor, your chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to catch your breath. A few stray giggles escaped you as you remembered the torture his fingers and put you through.

After a few minutes, you felt more pulled-together. As soon as you sat up, you felt it. A wave of nausea rushed over you like a wildfire. You hopped up and raced to the bathroom with Jake hot on your heels.

“Honey, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

The concern in his voice made your heart flutter. You wanted to tell him he did nothing wrong, but you knew you’d puke if you tried to speak. You raised your hand, trying to shake off his worry as you stumbled into the bathroom, swinging the door shut before he had a chance to follow in.

………….

You turned the bathroom faucet on, letting the water soak your toothbrush as you squeezed out a glob of paste. You heard a soft knock. The doorknob rattled as he looked his head in. His eyes, filled with worry, scanned over you before meeting yours. You gave him a weak smile as you brushed your teeth.

“What happened, love?” He rubbed slow circles on your back as his other hand tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

You leaned over the sink, spitting and rinsing out your mouth. You wiped your mouth with the hand towel hanging on a hook next to the sink.

“I don’t know. Must have been something I ate. I feel fine now.” You shrugged, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

His eyes bore into yours, his eyebrows scrunched.

“Jake, I promise. I’m okay.” You smiled and lifted your hands to his chest, pushing him gently.

A smile played at the corner of his lips as he stepped back and let you move past him, out of the bathroom. Once you made your way back into the living room, your bottom lip jutted out in a little pout, seeing the game board and boxes no longer on the coffee table. You turned back to him.

“You don’t wanna play more games?”

He filled the space between you and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“I just thought we should rest. I can make you some soup and we can watch a movie.” He kissed your forehead before guiding you to the couch.

“But Jake, I said….” He held up his hand stopping your sentence.

“Let me take care of you. Please.” His face was sincere and pleading.

You could tell he was worried. He always worried when you were unwell, and he always tried his best to nurse you back to health. He was so gentle and caring to the ones he loved. You knew there was no use in protesting any further. You sighed and pulled the fluffy blanket draped over the back of the couch over your shoulders.

Satisfied with your compliance, Jake handed you the remote before turning toward the kitchen.

……….

The bed sank under your weight as you laid down, the exhaustion hitting you after you finished your soup. Jake laid next to you, his arms open and awaiting you to fill them. You snuggled into him, your head resting on his chest. His arms wrapped around you, making you feel warm and safe.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, just above a whisper.

“I’m feeling much better. Dr. Jake’s famous, healing chicken noodle soup has done it again.”

He let out a huff of air from his nose. You let your hands wander over his chest and stomach. He was so firm, yet soft. Your fingers brushed his side, over his ribs, making him shiver and sigh. He was leaving for the band’s Starcatcher World Tour in a few days, and you were overcome by the sadness of him going. Tears stung your eyes, a few letting loose and forming puddles on his skin.

He placed his hand on your chin, lifting it upwards. His brows scrunched together as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you onto him. You nestled your face into the crook of his neck your silent sobs shook you.

“What’s the matter, dove?” He squeezed you tight.

“I- I just don’t w-want you to leave,” you stuttered out through your tears.

“Oh, honey.” He pulled you up so you straddled him, a soft smile on his lips. “It’s only a week until you fly out and stay with me. And then you’ll be with me until it ends.”

A few more tears streamed down your face, collecting on your chin. He reached a hand up, brushing them away. You nodded and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“I know. I- I don’t know why I’m so upset.” You sniffed, trying to push away the sadness.

He pulled you down into him, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss.

“Let me help ease your mind,” he whispered, pulling away.

He flipped you over so you were laying under him. He kissed your cheek, making a trail down your neck to you collarbone. You sighed into him, closing your eyes. He slid his body down yours until he was resting between your legs. He pushed your sweatshirt up until your bare breasts bounced free. A low groan escaped him as his fingers found a nipple. He rolled it between his pointer finger and thumb, pulling softly.

You whined, looking down at him. With his eyes on yours, he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. You arched into his touch, making him smile.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” He scattered kisses along your torso.

You nodded your head, wiggling your hips under him. He laughed faintly before removing his hand from your hardened nipple and resting it on the lace top of your panties. He hooked his finger under them, pulling them down delicately. He kissed every inch of your mound as he uncovered it, making you feel loved and worth savoring. Once your panties were at the top of your thighs, he let his tongue slip through your folds, teasing your clit with a quick flick.

“Jacob,” you pleaded, your hands finding his mess of chocolate waves. He looked up at you through his lashes as an innocent smile spread across his face.

He continued sliding your panties down your legs, stopping to suck a pink mark on your inner thigh. As soon as he had them completely off and on the floor, you spread your legs wide for him. He sat up on his heels gazing down at your dripping core.

“I love how messy you get for me.” He laid his stomach between your legs, his hands wrapping around your thighs. His fingers dig into your skin as he leaned into you. His eyes stayed on yours as he stuck out his flattened tongue and ran it from your entrance to your clit. Your eyes rolled back as you let out a sigh.

“You fast so good, baby. Like cherry pie.” He swirled his tongue around your heat before sliding it inside you. A thumb shot to your throbbing clit, making slow circles.

“Jake, oh my god.” Your hands were in fists, gripping the sheets at your sides.

You watched as he slid his tongue in and out of you, fucking you with it while his thumb moved fast over your clit. Your legs shook as you felt the familiar feeling of warmth grow in your belly.

“J-Jake….,” you moaned loudly as your head fell back. “I’m gonna cum.”

You felt him remove his tongue and replace it with his fingers. You lifted your head to protest, but he spoke first.

“I want you to look at me while you cum. I want you to watch your cum coat my tongue.” He licked him lips and leaned in to suck your clit.

You fought the urge to close your eyes as you let out a stream of lustful curses. He flicked the underside of your clit before licking from it back to your entrance, where he slipped back into you. His eyes stayed glued on yours as he fucked into you. He curled his tongue upward with every thrust, hitting your sweet spot. You felt the warmth radiating through your body, making your toes curl.

“Jake, I-.” You were cut off by the fire inside of you exploding. You couldn’t help but close your eyes, riding out your climax on his tongue. Once it started to pass, you collapsed on the bed, your chest heaving.

You felt his touch disappear from between your legs as he moved onto you. His lips me yours in a deep, messy kiss. His tongue licked at yours, letting you taste just how sweet you were. You moaned against him, ghosting your hands down his chest. Your fingers rested on the elastic waistband of his boxer-briefs. They slipped inside just enough that you could feel the small patch of soft hair just above his cock.

He pulled away from you and gently grabbed your wrists. He pulled them up to his mouth, kissing each one. He shook his head and offered you a soft smile.

“Don’t worry about me, baby. I just wanna make you feel good tonight.” He laid beside you and covered you with the blankets. He pulled you into him, his arms wrapping around you.

You wanted to argue about the lack of attention on him, but the energy to do so was gone. Your eyes, heavy with sleep, slowly closed, and you were in a dreamless slumber.

……….

“I don’t know. Kinda sounds like you’re pregnant,” your sister spoke through the phone.

You huffed and rolled your eyes. “I think it’s just the stress of Jake’s tour and trying to get everything ready.” You took a bit of the chicken salad sandwich you’d made for lunch.

It was Sunday, and Jake had gone to the studio to meet up with the rest of the band. Your sister was coming over to keep you company.

“Okay. Well, I’ll be there in fifteen.”

You glanced at the clock hanging on the wall above the fridge. “Alright. The door is open. You can just come in.” You both said your goodbyes and hung up the phone.

As you took another bite of your sandwich, the thought of being pregnant danced in your mind. You weren’t pregnant. You weren’t on birth control, but you and Jake were always careful. Except for that one night about a month ago. You stood up and turned to the calendar on the fridge. It was the 25th. You were almost two weeks late.

Your eyebrows scrunched together as you sat back down at the dining room table. You couldn’t be pregnant. Not now. Not while Jake had so much going on. You tried to shake the thoughts out of your head as you heard the front door open and close.

Your sister appeared in the doorway of the dining room with a brown paper bag. She tossed it on the table in front of you. You picked it up and opened it. Your stomach dropped when you saw the ClearBlue label staring up at you.

“You need to find out,” she said quietly.

You looked up at her with worried eyes. She moved closer to you and grabbed your hand.

“It’ll be okay. I’ll be right outside the door.”

You nodded as you stood up and made you way to the bathroom.

“Put a baby in me.”

“Let me make you a daddy.”

Your words from that night echoed through your mind. Your weren’t serious when you said those things, were you? It had just been something to get Jake hot, hadn’t it? We’re you really ready to have a child?

You stared at yourself in the mirror as you waited for the test to develop. Your mouth was dry, and your stomach was doing backflips. It felt like ages before your phone went off, letting you know the 5 minutes were up.

You took a deep breath before picking up the test and meeting your fate.

……….

Hold on, guys. Y/N is calling. Jake excused himself from the room. He slipped into the hallway of the studio before he answered.

“Hi, baby.” The smile on his lips slowly disappeared as he sensed the worry in your voice. “What’s wrong, honey?” His brows pinched together as he walked a few more feet down the hall.

You were rambling. Saying anything and everything to stall. Your stomach tied itself in knots as you tried to find the words.

“Y/N, you’re not making any sense. Do I need to come home?” He turned around, heading for the studio door, ready to grab his things and leave if you needed him.

“No. Jacob… I’m… I’m pregnant.” You fought back tears, unsure of how he would respond.

He halted his steps, his eyes scanning the hallway as he processed your words.

“Jake?” You whispered.

“That’s wonderful, baby.” The biggest smile he could ever remember having spread over his face.

You exhaled in relief as tears escaped your eyes. You laughed through your sniffles, wrapping an arm around your belly.

Jake leaned against the wall, resting his head back. His heart was so full of love for you and the child you were carrying.

“I love you, girl. More than you’ll ever know.” He laughed into the phone, a tear running down his cheek.

[nityarawal]

8/31/23

Handler

Morning Songs

Handler Handler

How'd Your Pappa Handle You

Handler Handler

Such A Sweet

Teddy Bear

Handler Handler

What'd He Do

Hit Man For The Government

Breeding

Guards For Kardashians

You Could've Had

Britney Camp

Renaissance Fair

But You Took Bribe

Called My Brother

Like So Many

Other

Stirling Boys' Club

Tantric Hand Jobs

You Could've Had

Free Britney Pirate Camp 

But You Took A Bribe

My Little Handler

Happy Endings

Like The Lawyers

For Prosthetic Breasts

You Took A Bribe

Ken Carlsson Lied

My Little Handler

Adam Says

If One Murder Blows

Like Emily Pearson's 

400 Slumlorded

One Murder Blows

Then The Whole 

Town Goes

Dr. Tima Ivanova

No Pathology Report

No Autopsy

Sheriff Bianco

Hides The Evidence

Won't Procure

Documents

He's Not A Legitimate

Coroner

Or Doctor

Pathologist

One Person Goes

They All Lie

My Provider

Dr. Queresheri

Wouldnt Get Me 

To Urgent Care

I Never Met 

My IEHP

Provider

Doctor

Slave Owner

Selling Me On

Black Market

But One Of Them Goes

Dr. Natalya Knows

Ukranian Dr.

From Dr. Browning

Office

With Nurse Darline

Breaking Hippa Laws

Gossiping

One Of Them Goes

On Lymes

You Know

And The Whole

Idyllwild Arts School

Might Go Down Too

With Therapist

Julie Anne Steiger

From Common

Ground Healing

One Goes

All The Gay Attys

Go Fondling

Ukraine

Twins

Mexican Babies

One Goes

You All Go

A Handjob

For An Attorney

Plea

Not A Happy Ending

For Judges

It's True

Dr's Piled In

Like Sardines

In Princess Dorm

Dr's Piled In

Sodomized

And Ready

For Third Stage

Of Reality

Third Stage

Waking Up

Third Dimension

Realizing What

You Done

Millions Of Mommies

Murdered

In Name Of

Mental Health

Sanctioned Down

Judges 

And Attys

Back To Middle Class

Millions Of Mommies

Murdered In 

World War 3

We'd Be Searching

For Judge Ferguson's

Rotating Courtrooms

If Only X Worked

Been Broken Since

Twitter

No Searches

For Journalists

Saving Mothers

Didn't Get Freedom

Of Speech

Rapist Nonce Charles

Got The Better Of

Us You See

Open Up Chowmillas

Doors

Let The Prettiest

Ladies Roam Free

Out Of Prisons

For They're Killing

Mommies On Covid

AI Bribes

Petty Crimes

90% Of My Ladies

Don't Break The Law

Petty Crimes

Atty Lies

Wrongful Arrest

Just Found A Knife

Want To Call The Cops

Got Caught Peeing

In My Bros Garden

By A Neighbor

Cops Investigated

A Bowl Of Potato

Salad Missin'

So They Could

Attempt To Rape

Another Service

Gal

Off A Farm

On Her Late

Registration

With Covid Germs

We Know Who Robbed

Your House

Sheriff Parsons

And His Militia

No Need

To Rape Bella

On Sunset Cops

Dates

No Need To Rape

The Children

From Idyllwild Arts

If They're Not Gay

And People Pleasing

You

Your Trustfund Kids

Pleasing The Government 

Hacking They're Junk

For Pedophile

Groomers

#PrinceOfPegging 

Spies

Domestic Terrorists 

This Is My Mother's

Country

This Is My Grandmother's 

Country

My Great Grandma

Martha's Too

Huntley Roads

In Hollywood

Huntley Hotel

Along With Italy

Ventimiglia 

Scotland

France

Iran

Chicago

We Ask All Of You

Iowa

Lake Tahoe

California

Hawaii Too

All My Heartlands

Azerbaijan 

My Love

Azizis

All My Heartlands

Tehrangeles

Jungles

We Squeeze

Blue Fuzz Out

All My Heartlands

We Forgive You

Enjoy Your Princess

Dorms

Magistrate Judges

Princess Dorms

Big Titles

Farted

Magistrate Judges

Shot Wives

Superior Court

You've Got An Inferiority 

Complex

Your Staff 

Too Superior

To Do The Law

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[movedtolilmouzee]

𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙮

𝘛𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘰 𝘙𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘖 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 - 𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺, 𝘙𝘢𝘯, 𝘙𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶, 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘶

𝘓𝘰𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺'𝘴 :)

Manjiro Sano (mikey) - Drives around telling you stories about him and draken.

Mikey's right hand rested on your thigh, rubbing small circles on the fat. His eye's focused on the road but taking small glances at you "Me and Draken used to drive around in the rain when we we're younger. I'd somehow always get sick, which made Ken scold me while he took care of me." He said with a low chuckle, the memories flashing through his mind of Draken saying how careless Mikey was while feeding his soup.

"Guess it's our turn now" You mumbled as Mikey just nodded, gently squeezing your thigh. "Let's just hope I don't get sick" he teases, as you giggle "I'd nurse you back to health" you said happily, smiling as you took a glance at Mikey listening to the rain patter against the car

Ran - Lets you play with his hair and trace his tattoo

Ran knew how much you loved touching his hair and tattoo, it was something you always asked him to let you do which he happily obliged to letting you do.

"Ran. Do you mind-" You asked as you walked into your shared bedroom but stopped once you noticed ran just nod "come here, doll. Thunder got you scared?" He asked which you responded with a nod making ran chuckle.

Ran laid on your lap, your fingers tangled in his hair gently scratching his scalp while tracing over the ink that matched his younger brother rindou. Ran's soft snores could soon be heard, a smile crept onto your lips as you soon snuggled with Ran, gently kissing his cheek quickly falling asleep

Rindou - Builds a pillow fort for the both of you

Rindou was not shy of having the fear of thunder, it always freaked him as a kid and even now it still does. Thankfully he knew just how to distract your mind when it started to thunder.

"Baby c'mere, we're gonna build a pillow fort together" He called out as he got out of the bed and made his way into the living roo. Gathering the pillows from the couch, chairs from the kitchen and blankets from the closet in the hallway.

He sighed as he stepped away after placing the last blanket. "Look good baby?" He asked while looking at you, smiling upon seeing you smile. "Come on, let's get in then" and just like that rin was the first to enter and make himself comfortable. Arms snaking around your waist as you laid ontop of him, giggling at the small kisses rin placed on your forehead

Sanzu - plays videos from his childhood to distract you

Sanzu never liked his life growing up, he wanted to delete every thought of it but he couldn't sadly, the best he could do was just pile it in the back of his head.

Sanzu held onto your trembling figure, hands rubbing your back as he tried soothing you. A small miserable idea coming to his mind but he just sucked it up for you. "Come on angel, I got an idea" was all sanzu said before getting up and grabbing tour hand leading you into the living room.

Sanzu sat you on the couch as he opened an old box labeled "HARU'S DONT TOUCH." You smiled watching him slide in a disk, before joining you on the couch wrapping his arms around you. Videos of sanzu as a kid flashed on the screen. Videos of his birthdays, accomplishments, and even special events played on the TV. This going on for about an hour before sanzu noticed you passed out in his arms "Night angel" he whispered as he kissed your forehead.

Likes and shades are appreciated, loves! Yes this was a comfort post because thunder terrifies me and we so happened to have a thunderstorm here haha.

I hope you enjoyed!

[whorror-barbie]

Clean my wounds(Lloyd Hansen x bimbo! Reader)

Summary: after a fight, Lloyd calls you up for some healing

Warning: rough sex, degradation, blow job, humiliation, he's more mean than angry really, name-calling, bimbofication, dub-con possibly. this fic is 18+, so you better be 18 or older.

A/n: I'm alittle nervous about writing him. I tried, but anyways I hope y'all still like it, Enjoy !:)

Btw this is just pure smut, there isn't much of a storyline, I just want him and I'm down bad 😅😭

p.s. sorry it took so long, my personal life got in the way and I was overthinking this fic tbh...,anyways I'm going to post it, don't expect me to be Shakespeare or whatever lol

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It's pretty late at night and you are spending time at Lloyd's mansion. the two of you are in his massive bedroom, laying down while watching a movie together "I'll nurse you back to health, and then I'll kiss your wounds all better!" you giggle playfully as you putting rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab, preparing to put it on his left bicep. "I'll Just put it right here..."

"ow, ow fucking shit! " Lloyd grunts through his teeth."Oh sorry, Hun.. I'm almost done," you tell him softly as you finish up, looking at him with caution." hey umm, is everything ok, babes? You just seem off" You ask with worry, but soon regret it immediately. He takes his attention off the movie to look at you with his dead cold eyes and you swallow the remainder of your spit out of nervousness." I lost a fight to a Ken doll with an 8-dollar haircut... I'd say I'm quite dandy" he responded with sarcasm.

You tilt your head in confusion "how is that possible? is ken actually real?" you ask him seriously, Lloyd trying to keep his cool by clenching his jaw "oh, well its a good thing you called me, I'm a nurse after all." you continue in a bubbly tone while cleaning his wounds, "I don't think role-playing as a nurse for your onlyfans counts, sweetheart" you look at him with worried eyes "is that part of the job description? Because I don't remember that...oh no"you think about it but then your face turns back into confusion "wait.. whats an onlyfans? is that a place where they only sell fans? I could use a good fan in my bedroom!''all of sudden you feel him grab your face with a good amount of pressure, and It makes you wince."I'm getting tired of hearing you talk" his deep voice makes your body tingle.

"I should have called up Rachel, she's definitely miles prettier than you and she actually knows how to suck dick" your face slowly changes into sadness as tears threaten to fall. you're not sure why he's being so heartless when all you ever do is be there for him. Lloyd starts to smirk with the movement of his mustache, he feels himself getting painfully harder while looking into your pretty eyes in despair.

"you know what? Maybe I should call her now, and kick your ass to the curb...sounds like a good idea to me" He says with a mischievous deep tone. "No, no, please don't. I'm your desperate ugly whore.. I need you, Lloyd" you start sobbing more, and he looks at you with amusement "oh you are? I mean you're not wrong" He taunts you then continues"well, your body is better" his eyes scan your curves in lust "and that pussy is way tighter, so you're in luck this time" he finally lets go of your face with a hum of approval. You look over to see how rock hard he is in the blanket, and it makes your pussy squeeze on nothing. "so how about you suck me off and let daddy finish watching this movie in peace, ok"

You nod in agreement, wiping your tears away then scoot your body onto him, lowering yourself as you analyze his shirtless form down to his gifted boner. You start pulling his boxers down slowly until his big dick boing out, almost hitting you in the face. you go cross-eyed trying to focus on it with your tongue out. " You look so fucking stupid and adorable... now Get to it" he demands with a wink while flexing his dick.

You start to do kitten licks then wrap your mouth around just the tip to suck on it. Lloyd is visibly annoyed while looking at the movie though you don't pick up on it. you start to only suck up and down on just the tip, he's just way too big for your mouth, but you're not very good at giving head in the first place" umm..I'm not sure what I'm-" Lloyd grabs a good amount of your hair to make you deep throat his dick. You're struggling to keep up as you gag and choke while He's using your throat to jerk himself off.

"Ah fuck.." he sighs out in pleasure, trying to focus on the tv. Tears start to stream down once again, trying to keep up with bobbing your head up and down repeatedly against his pelvis with the sounds of your muted moans and saliva. you're soaking up your thong as he's treating you like a sex object, you need him inside your greedy, and ready pussy so bad. "you're enjoying this, aren't you? disgusting" he teases as he pulls you out of your mouth to slap your face with it while looking up at him with puppy eyes. "Mmm.. lay on your back for me" he demands.

"but what about your injuries?'' you ask him with genuine concern, though Lloyd wasn't having any of that, he pushes down in position and starts to tear off your expensive lingerie as you lay there helpless whelping"shut the fuck up or I'll definitely give you a real reason to cry, princess ". He threatens with a unnerving smile as you feel chill throughout your body, his threats are definitely turning you on. laying in position, you feel very nervous under his gaze. It's been so long since you've had sex, you've been waiting for him this whole time to call you back. Lloyd hovers over while he rubs his tip onto your wet folds until it reaches your hole.

"Oh my god.." you bite your lip and close your eyes to prepare for the pain, he starts to push the tip inside you slowly, making you moan out then immediately you shut your legs on his waist. " Aww, what's matter?you can't even take the tip?"he taunts you, playing with one of your boobs "oh well, that's just too bad" he opens your legs wider to sheath the rest of himself inside your pussy, and he breaths out at how tight you are. "Oh, fuck!" You moan as he's thrusting in and out faster, not giving you a chance to really adjust to him.

You get a good view of him and how some of his hair dangles from his face while he's completely naked over you, giving your poor walls a violent beating "ah yeah" he grunts softly, still looking down at your pussy taking his thick dick, going in and out of you, feeling your walls getting tighter and tighter. Lloyd finally looks at you and your tits bounce with every thrust then smirks, you squeeze on him in reaction. " Ah, I can be in this all night.. best fucking pussy..I might even buy that stupid pink purse you keep begging for earlier" he laughs, slowing down a little bit. Your eyes lit up " oh? Really, babes I would love that soooooooo much." you whine while you cum so hard, but he gets mad, pulling out to manhandle you on all fours" ow, hey!...that hurts, you big meanie!" you yell at him. he pushes your face further into the bed and your ass up so high while giving you a very hard slap on your ass "ow!".

he bends to whisper in your ear ''I'm so tired of your squeaky fucking voice, just moan for me, you ugly bitch" you whimper at his words of cruelty. he gets into position behind you, grabbing your hips firmly. feeling his dick inching back in until he's fully inside. "Ooooo yes! " You moan out like a ditzy whore as he's now picking up speed already, all you can hear is pornographic loud skin slapping, your own moans, and his grunting in-between. Meanwhile, Lloyd is getting a great view of your ass bouncing against him, creating waves." That's right, just like that," he says in between breaths while feeling you clench around his dick more.

"oh my fuck, my pussy feels good right now." you turn your head to the side to see his face contorts into pleasure then He pushes your face into the bed, "this pussy is mine, not yours, you dumbfuck" he spanks your ass and squeezes your cheeks as his dick going in and out once more with such hate. "I'm almost there, whore... get ready to be sprayed with my cum all over your face," he announces while still not slowing down. hearing your pathetic moans and whimpers is driving him crazy, he wants to inside of your tight channel but he pulls out anyways. You pout at the emptiness of your walls, missing him already. " turn around and say ah!'' you do as you're told, and look up, watching him beating himself off. "aaaaaah! I'm your cum dump!" you say happily with your closed eyes now" yes you are.....fuck!" Lloyd grunts loudly as you feel the warmth of his cum on your face dripping down to your boobs. you swallow most of his load that sits on your tongue. " mmm yummy" you giggle flirtatiously.

Lloyd grabs his boxers to put them back on while he stares at you. "well, time for you to go, sweetheart" you look at him with confusion then it gets replaced with sadness, realizing you're not going to stay and cuddle with him all night. "I'm pretty tired. I have a busy day tomorrow...places to be, women to fuck" he taunts with his deep sexy voice. why is he such an asshole? "but I got here by uber, sir" you tell him with a soft, and defeated voice. " well, that's not my fucking problem" he shrugs as he gets back in bed to continue watching the movie " bye, bye now" he tells you cheerfully, and your anger builds up. you get up from the bed to grab your purse and coat. putting on your coat then start walking to the door. " oh and by the way" you turn to look at him,hearing what he has to say "we have dinner reservations next Friday, I want to discuss some stuff with you, so be ready" he demands still looking at the tv with remote to his mouth. you nod and open the door, leaving the room.

walking down the hallway, you feel your face start to smile with tears. you're screaming happily inside, finally a date! though what does he want to talk about exactly? you're not really sure, but you're just glad to spend more time with him instead of waiting another two months again. at the end of the day, you're his and that's all that matters.

[jasontoddiefor]

nobody's keeping score

Ship: HideKane

Summary: In a world where ink stains the white papers of constitutions, damning the lives of ghouls, their existence is no secret or rumor, but a topic of heated debate, protests, and anonymous organ donations in shady alleys. No matter how bright the CCG appears in their white coats, their light cannot reach the dark tunnels where ghouls and sympathizers alike are plotting. And when Hide, after hours of sitting at his best friend’s hospital bed, sees him wake with one eye black and red, the difficult question is not how to get him help, but how to avoid him becoming the figurehead of a conflict threatening to turn into a bloody revolution.

AN: Notes: You ever just take a 4-year break from a fandom and return with spite fic because you remembered how much you hated canon? Yeah. This fanfic is my attempt at corralling the TG worldbuilding into something coherent that makes sense. I will keep some elements of canon, others I will throw out of the window straight away. This is utterly self-indulgent.

“And with the developments in synthetic meat production—”

Hide wanted to groan. They’d been discussing the same question for the last three hours of class and he was, frankly speaking, done with it. People were running out of arguments and circling back to topics that didn’t contribute anything to the conversation they were supposed to be having. From the way their lecturer was glaring at the latest speaker, Hide would say that she was also very done.

“Yoshimura, as stated before, we are not discussing possibilities for ghoul integration, but the mere premise of whether they even deserve the rights needed to legalize their status as citizens. The right of existence of an individual should not be dependent on what modifications would have to be made to accommodate them, but whether they deserve to live regardless.”

Hide had zoned out about an hour ago. His opinion on ghouls had always felt rather clinical, mathematically detached, despite Hide’s history. Maybe too much time had passed since he’d looked at the bloody remains of his father to really hammer home the fear-motivated rejection so many people fell to. Perhaps the CCG investigators, who had dragged him away from his father’s corpse, should have allowed him to get a little more traumatized before the kindness of his new parents had become enough to dull those painful memories.

Some ghouls were no different than brutal serial killers, and they had to be taken down, but the rest seemed to be getting by just fine. If a new legislation would make it even easier for them to go about their everyday lives, perhaps the number of violent ghoul attacks would go down as well. Hide was well aware that this was the view of a privileged person. Growing up in the 20th ward meant that you needn’t be scared of leaving your house when it was already dark. Kamii University prided itself on the fact that it could safely offer evening classes such as the one Hide was attending now. The same certainly couldn’t be said for the other wards. Any citizen between the 9th and 13th wards would probably advocate vocally for the extermination of ghouls. The 11th especially resembled a warzone even during the daylight. Ghoul sightings were nothing unusual there, and investigators’ mutilated bodies were displayed as trophies and warnings alike. Meanwhile, nobody had died in the 20th war for something like ten odd years. Sometimes it felt like waiting for the other shoe to drop, but most of the time, Hide didn’t even think about ghouls.

By the time class was finally over, Hide had taken only one or two more bullet points. They hadn’t really said anything of interest and it reflected in his writing. Usually, Hide would be sending rapid-fire texts to Kaneki now, but his friend was still on his date and Hide didn’t want to bother him. It had taken more than just a bit of teasing and probing to get Kaneki to ask that girl out and he wouldn’t self-sabotage his hard work.

It was good that Kaneki was connecting to people that weren’t just Hide.

And it would be awesome if Hide could do the same.

Codependence needed two people to work and Kaneki was definitely not the only one struggling with independence. Hide had yet to figure out how to let go of Kaneki when his relationship to the other boy had been the only stable thing in his world for the longest time. Nothing said mental health like latching onto an abused child to escape the stifling air of his brand-new foster fathers’ home.

The next time he visited his parents, he’d bring them some flowers to make up for how troublesome he’d been as a child.

Glancing at his phone again, Hide realized he had to hurry if he wanted to take the early bus home. He was just about to plug in his headphones when an unknown number flashed up on the display. Who would call him at this time? Hide was definitely someone who preferred texting. Even his parents knew better than to call unless it was serious. The only person he ever actually called was Kaneki, and that was only because his friend sometimes got so lost in a book, he forgot to text back or didn’t even hear the phone buzz. Hide contemplated picking up for another ring, then gave in and accepted. “Nagachika Hideyoshi speaking, who’s calling?”

“Hello, I am Tanaka Akako, a nurse of the Kanou General Hospital. You are Nagachika Hideyoshi, Kaneki Ken’s emergency contact?”

The blood in Hide’s veins froze.

“Yes, I am. Has— has anything happened? Is Kaneki alright!?”

The nurse’s voice was so calm, steady, and pleasant as if this was a chat between friends. Somewhere Hide knew that it probably helped most people, but it just put him on edge. “Nagachika-san, your friend and another young woman were involved in an accident. Dr. Kanou is preparing him for surgery, but as his emergency contact, we have to discuss the possible options before we can proceed.”

Hide didn’t want to discuss any options. There shouldn’t be any besides Kaneki’s survival. Hide wanted to rush into the operation hall and hold Kaneki’s hand, wishing he could turn back time, tell his friend to remain at his side and consider that girl out of his league so he’d spent the evening with him and not getting sent to ER. This couldn’t be real; he was sick to his stomach.

“What are the options?” Hide asked, panic threatening to strangle him as he rushed to the street, trying to find a taxi to take him to Kanou General straightaway.

“Kaneki-san sustained serious injuries. Dr. Kanou is willing to transplant the deceased Kamishiro-san’s organs into your friend to save his life even if her family hasn’t consented yet. The only consent we can ask for in Kaneki-san’s case is yours and—”

“Do it,” Hide replied immediately. He didn’t know Kaneki’s date, and as much as Hide loved people, argued for a baseline acceptance every day in class, he couldn’t bring himself to care about the wishes of a family whose daughter was already dead. The only thing they were still good for once their hearts stopped beating was serving the living with their remains.

Kaneki might survive because of her; what else could matter? “Do it, whatever you need to save him— you have my full permission.”

Finally, a taxi approached and stopped right when Hide waved for it. He quickly climbed inside and, paying no attention to the driver, told him to get to the hospital as quickly as possible.

“And in case he doesn’t survive, may his organs—”

“He will survive,” Hide pressed because he didn’t know what he’d do with himself if he were to lose Kaneki. He’d built a life around his best friend and how much they meant to one another. Hide couldn’t give up on that, couldn’t let it slip past his fingers. “He’ll survive. I know it.”

Organ transplants took place every day without any complications—

Hide’s eyes widened. “Kaneki has recessive ROS!” he all but shouted at the nurse, startling the taxi driver.

Kaneki’s father had died because of it. If Kaneki got the wrong blood transfusions or anything, his RC cells were suddenly pushed to start acting up, the dormant sickness could turn on and what if Hide had just damned him to a life of wasting away—

No.

Stay positive. Don’t freak out even more. They hadn’t done anything yet, merely asked for Hide’s permission to help Kaneki at all. He was saving his friend’s life; he wasn’t cursing him.

“Thank you for telling me, Nagachika-san. I will pass that on to Dr. Kanou. You have just contributed immensely to the safety of the procedure.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” Hide said. “Just— he has to hold on. Tell Kaneki he has to hold on until I’m there.”

“We will, Nagachika-san, don’t worry. Dr. Kanou will do his best.”

His best.

The words echoed in Hide’s mind. How was he ever supposed to know if Kanou’s best would be enough for his friend? Hide excelled at being optimistic, could see the positive side of most things in life, had learned how to be hopeful at the funerals of people he’d loathed. He just couldn’t allow himself to drown in any negative possibilities.

The rest of the drive passed in the blur, either because the driver had known to speed up after listening in on the phone call, or because Hide was so out of it that he didn’t really register the streetlamps flickering by until the taxi had reached its destination. Hide passed the driver a couple bills, probably more than the transport had actually cost, but he didn’t care. What were one or two skipped meals compared to being there before it was too late? Hide rushed inside the sterile white hospital, eyes immediately set on the front desk.

“My friend,” Hide stuttered as he clung to the counter, holding it as if it were his lifeline. “He was brought in— an accident. He was on a date and there was an accident. Dr. Kanou is operating him?”

The receptionist seemed confused, needing a moment to make something coherent out of Hide’s rambles. “I need your identification before I can tell you anything about our patients.”

“Yes, yes, of course.” Hide fumbled for his student ID card and put it on the counter with shaky hands. “Nagachika Hideyoshi, I’m Kaneki Ken’s emergency contact.”

“Of course, your friend is still in the operating room. You can wait here.”

Hide didn’t want to wait, but what else was there he could do? He hated feeling useless like this, unable to contribute anything productive. The receptionist sent him a kind look and, defeated, Hide crossed the entrance hall to the waiting room where he remained together with other worried family members and patients, clutching his phone so he wouldn’t start screaming. He couldn’t stop moving his legs, stress keeping him wide awake even as the hospital emptied and less and less people sat around him. How long did such an operation take? An hour? Two? Hide had absolutely no idea. He didn’t study anything like this. His major was English literature, which was about as helpful as hot air at this moment.

He could quote enough books concerned with some medical drama and family members in the hospital, but none of them brought him any comfort.

“Nagachika-san?”

Hide looked up into the kind face of an elderly man wearing a pristine white coat.

“Y- yes?” Hide replied and quickly stood up, brushing imaginary dust from his pants. “Are you Dr. Kanou? Is my friend alright? Can I see him?”

“I am sorry to have caused you such worries. The operation went well. Your friend is resting in intensive care right now. He is still asleep, but you may visit him. The presence of loved ones is often very beneficial to the healing process.”

Healing.

A sob shook Hide’s shoulders. Kaneki was alive. He hadn’t died.

“Thank you,” he managed to say in between his sobs. “Thank you, thank you for saving his life.”

The doctor only kept on smiling and kindly put his hand on Hide’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly in what was meant to be comforting. “It is my job, young man. You don’t have to thank me. Nothing is more important to me than saving innocent lives. If you follow one of the nurses, you can see your friend immediately.”

Hide thanked the doctor once more, relief slowly filling the pits anxiety had hollowed out. He followed the nurse through the labyrinth of death, decay, healing, and salvation up to the intensive care station. Quietly, he was led to a room. The door opened, revealing one lone figure on a bed.

From a distance, hooked up with so many tubes and wires, Kaneki was nothing like the person who took up half of Hide’s life. He seemed so much smaller and looked like just one push could snap his connection to life.

“Please remain quiet,” the nurse told him. “And don’t move him.” Glancing at his still trembling fingers, she added, “but you may hold his hand.”

Hide nodded, then quickly crossed the room to Kaneki’s bed and sat down on the chair next to it. Kaneki didn’t move at all; not even a single muscle twitched. Hide would assume they had led him to view his friend’s corpse if not for the steady rise and fall of his chest. Pushing up the sleeves of his jacket, Hide took Kaneki’s hand in his own.

“Hey, Ken,” he muttered, pressing his eye close so no tears would escape them. “You scared me there. Don’t ever do that again.”

Predictably, Kaneki didn’t reply. Nevertheless, Hide imagined that just for a moment, he squeezed Hide’s hand back. Slowly, the tension bled from Hides’s shoulders and he made himself comfortable in the hard plastic chair. This was bound to be a long night and he was starting to feel his exhaustion catch up to him. He tried to keep his eyes trained on his friend for as long as possible, remaining alert for a change to his condition, but it was getting more and more difficult to keep them open.

Eventually, the darkness caught him as he fell. Hide knew he stirred a couple more times during the night, likely when the nurses came to check on Kaneki. Nobody asked him to move and leave, something he was immensely thankful for. He wouldn’t have been able to let go. By the time the sun began to chase away the shadows again, Hide wasn’t sure how much he had slept, only that it had definitely not been enough. But that was alright, he could catch up on sleep sometime later. It was far more important that Kaneki was going to be alright.

Hide turned to look at Kaneki’s face and found his friend awake, staring back at him.

One eye gray like a stormy cloud before the morning rainfall.

The other was blood-red against the night sky.

[isitgintimeyet]

Just A Friend

Wow. I’m so, so grateful for the lovely response to chapter 1 of this story. I’ve never had so many notes on one of my posts before, so many, many thanks to everyone who took the time to read, like, reblog and comment on it. i do appreciate it

Thanks also to @wickedgoodbooks for the beta

Previous chapter

AO3

Chapter 2: From Scrubs to Sauvignon

Sunlight streaming through the shutters wakes me before the alarm. After the previous seventy two hours with too much alcohol, not enough sleep and shared hotel rooms, last night’s sleep was a solid nine and a half hours and I feel so much better for it.

Trying, for a moment at least, to ignore both the demands of my bladder and my desperate need for caffeine, I gaze up at the ceiling and contemplate the surgery ahead of me. Whilst it’s a comparatively routine procedure for me, I always think about the families — parents, grandparents, siblings. It’s an anxious time for them, never routine, a step into the unknown and they are putting their trust in me to look after their precious child. Their faith in me is something I take very seriously.

I have a ritual I follow every time before theatre. I take a few minutes to close my eyes and let the procedure play inside my head, my hands echoing the images in my brain. I trace the path my scalpel will take on the skin; I position, in mid air, the locations of the clamps; I work with my imaginary mallet and chisel honing the bone, the X-ray images clear in my head.

By the time I’ve finished closing the incision, the demands of my bladder can no longer be ignored. That’s my cue to get out of bed and start my day.

***********

Before I put my scrubs on, I pay a visit to the side room where Robbie, my seven year old patient has spent the night. His parents have already given consent for the operation, but I like to go and do a final check.

Robbie is sitting up in bed, a bit subdued but in good health. His mother is sitting expectantly, nervously playing with the skin around her nails. The foldaway bed has already been put away, but, judging by her red rimmed eyes, I don’t think it got much use. Robbie’s father follows me into the room, two coffees in his hands.

“Sorry, Doctor Claire,” he nods at the coffee. “I didna get ye one. D’ye want one?”

I let the doctor reference pass. As a surgeon, my title is no longer doctor. Officially, I am Miss Beauchamp, but prefer my juvenile patients to call me Claire. Quite a lot of the parents seem to call me Doctor Claire. I suppose they like the reassurance that I am actually a proper doctor.

“No, thanks.” I smile. “Are we all set then?”

They nod nervously.

“Aye,” Robbie’s father agrees. “We need tae get it done.”

“How long will it take?” Robbie’s mother looks directly at me, wanting a definitive answer.

I hesitate. I don’t like to give precise times. If the surgery goes longer then parents start to fear the worst, and that’s not always the case. So I give a vague answer. “‘Till lunchtime… you could always go and sit outside in the little garden, it’s a lovely day.”

His mother looks down at her hands and shakes her head. “No, I want tae be right here …”

She doesn’t finish her sentence, but she doesn’t have to. I know exactly what she’s thinking.

I turn to Robbie, blissfully unaware of his parents’ thoughts. He beckons me to him.

“When I wakes up,” he begins in a stage whisper. “Can I have a treat?”

“What sort of treat did you have in mind?”

“Can I have a MacDonald’s? But no’ a kid’s meal. I’ve never had a Big Mac.”

I glance at his parents who nod at me before I whisper back, “Of course you can, but don’t let nurse Geillis see, will you? She can be ever so naughty. She’ll be trying to steal your chips away, if you’re not careful.”

And with that, I stroke Robbie’s little cheek before saying my goodbyes and head out to get changed.

**********

Robbie’s surgery went to plan, no nasty surprises or tricky complications. I call in to check on Robbie’s parents before they head to recovery. They look totally different to when I saw them this morning. Still worn out of course, I don’t think they’ll sleep properly until their little lad is home with them, but their faces shine with sheer relief. I have warned them about the long road ahead, with many hours of physiotherapy and exercises, but, for today, I’ll let them have their moment of pure happiness. Reality will hit them again soon enough.

As I leave the waiting room, making my farewells, Robbie’s dad thanks me once more. I can tell he’s unsure whether hugging me is appropriate or not, so he settles for a handshake. His wife has no such qualms, wrapping me tightly in a hug, whispering her thanks until her husband reminds her that they need to be with their son. I point the way and head down to the nurses station.

Geillis is sitting there, looking very busy on the computer. I pull up a chair and sit next to her. The screen is filled with images of our weekend in Barcelona.

“What?” She looks at me as if I’ve accused her of something. “I’m on ma lunch, aren’t I?”

“How was your night then?”

Geillis beams from ear to ear— she’s like the cat who got the cream. “Nay bad, nay bad at all. After two nights away, Dougal realises what he’s got wi’ me, and he dinna hesitate tae show me, if ye ken what I mean?”

She winks at a poor medical student, who blushes and busies himself with a set of medical notes.

“Geillis,” I warn. “Behave yourself.”

“Anyway, pet, how was yer evening? Another tryst wi’ Professor Randall?” Her face says it all. Geillis thinks about as much of Frank as he does of her. Literally the only thing they have in common is me, and it’s getting pretty wearing.

“No, I was worn out and— oh, that reminds me.” I fumble in my pocket for my phone as I carry on talking. “I’ve got someone else’s suitcase. I hope they’ve got mine.”

I glance at the screen. Two missed calls and one message. All from the same number. All from the number I called last night, the James-Fraser-isn’t-here-don’t-call-again-ever number. Looks like this James Fraser has a jealous or suspicious wife-partner-girlfriend-housekeeper.

“Catch up later, Geillis, I need to deal with this.”

I rush back to my office to try and sort the suitcase problem out.

The message is brief and to the point.

Hi, Jamie Fraser here. I think I have your case too. Can we arrange a swap? I live in Glasgow. Hopefully you too. Where and when? I’m free after 5 today.

After five will work for me too, I just need to pop home and pick up his case. Now, based on his wardrobe choices and his one message to me, he doesn’t actually seem like an axe murderer or sex pervert, but you can’t really tell, so I think about a public location.

How about the benches by the cafe at Kelvingrove Park? 5:30? Claire Beauchamp

A couple of minutes later his reply appears on my screen.

Fine. See you then.  I’ll be the one wheeling a black Samsonite. JF

**************

It’s another glorious sunny day here in Glasgow. Just ideal for going for a stroll in the park. I do feel a bit conspicuous with a suitcase trailing along behind me — kind of like an upmarket bag lady.

There are no other suitcases around, so I perch on a bench. I fire a quick message to Geillis, just so that she knows where to direct the police if I disappear and then wait. It’s not too bad waiting. The sun is still warm, so I stretch my legs out trying for a tan. With my eyes closed, I lift my face up to soak up the rays. I may get panda eyes with my sunglasses on, but I don’t really care. The warmth is so good and I can feel myself relaxing totally —

“Ahem.”

I am conscious of a shadow across my face. I open my eyes and quickly stand up.

He’s tall. That’s the first thing I notice. A good few inches taller than me, and I’m 5 feet 9. And broad. Broad enough to block my sun. His hair is red, very red and the sun behind him creates a fiery corona around his head.

He’s a Viking. A Viking in a navy blue suit and a crisp white shirt. How many of those white shirts does he own, I wonder?

“Claire Beauchamp, I presume. I recognise the case. That red ribbon on the handle, such a unique idea.”

He smiles, a lopsided half grin and holds out his hand for me to shake. “Jamie Fraser.”

“Claire Beauchamp,” I say somewhat unnecessarily as we shake hands.

He sits down. “So,” he begins politely. “I hope ye havena come far out of yer way.”

I join him on the bench.

“No,” I gesture vaguely to my right. “I live not too far from here. How about you?”

That lopsided grin appears again. “Nah,” he gestures to his left. “No’ too far at all.”

There’s an awkward moment of silence. We are not really here for small talk, but is it too rude to just dive in and do the swap?

“So,” Jamie breaks the silence. “About the cases…”

Apparently it’s not too rude.

“I ken ye have ma case there, on account of ma contact details being in it, but what about this one? How do I ken this is yers? Black Samsonites with wee red ribbons seem to be awfa common ‘round here. As proof, can ye mebbe tell me something that’s in it? Something identifiable?”

And at this, my mind goes blank, what did I pack?

“Er, denim shorts… black flip flops… white vest—”

“Weel, they’re all verra common. Is there anything a wee bit more… unique?”

Is it my imagination or is there a twinkle in his clear blue eyes as he says this? And then I remember exactly what’s in my case and start to blush.

“There may be some hen party bits and pieces in there too. It was my friend’s hen weekend, so I think there may be some, er, stuff from that, you know, er, handcuffs… shot glasses…”

He puts me out of my misery. “Och, that’s fine. It’s yers, right enough. Here ye go.”

And we do the exchange, just like in the spy movies. Except in those, the cases are filled with bank notes and the top secret blueprints for a submarine base, and not white dress shirts and an assortment of shot glasses shaped like penises.

Our phones beep practically simultaneously. I pull mine out of my pocket. Jamie does the same and glances at his phone.

Mine is a text from Frank confirming tonight’s arrangements “I’d better go. Plans for tonight, you know.”

“Snap. Plans here as well.”

“Goodbye then. I’m not sure whose fault it was, the mixup at the airport. So why don’t we both say sorry, or neither of us?” I suggest as I stand up and smooth the creases from my skirt.

“Sounds good tae me. How about neither?” He smiles again. “Ms Claire Beauchamp, nice to meet you.”

“Mr Jamie Fraser, likewise I’m sure.”

And with that we head off, me to the right and Jamie Fraser to the left.

************

Frank had said 7:30, and, sure enough, at 7:28 my intercom buzzes and I let Frank in. He arrives at my door carrying a large bunch of lilies and roses. No, not a bunch, I can’t describe it as a bunch… carrying a large bouquet of lilies and roses, beautifully arranged and hand-tied. Clearly not a supermarket purchase. Nor is the wine he also hands to me. A chilled bottle of my favourite Sauvignon Blanc, only available from quality wine merchants in the city.

Frank can be incredibly thoughtful and generous, and I am suitably grateful. I pop the flowers into the kitchen sink while I try to locate a vase big enough to hold them.  He walks in as I’m scrabbling around on my hands and knees, bum in the air, head buried in the cupboard under the sink.

“So what are we having for dinner?” He asks as he pours the wine. “Are you cooking?”

I emerge victorious, having found the vase wedged between a bottle of sink unblocker and an unused can of spray starch.

“Sorry?”

“Dinner?” He repeats, helping me to my feet.

“I’ve not had a chance to cook. I told you about the suitcase confusion, didn’t I?  Well, I had to get that sorted. I thought we could have something delivered. That’s ok, isn’t it?”

“I’m sure that will be fine, darling. What would you like?”

What would I like? What I would really like would be a huge, great pizza full of carbs and grease and pepperoni and cheese that pulls into strands when you try to take a slice. And to sit on the floor with the pizza box between us watching Netflix and drinking beer.

But, that is clearly a rhetorical question.

“Thai?” Frank doesn’t wait for my answer.

Thai is the only acceptable takeaway in Frank’s eyes, eaten at a table, on proper plates. I nod my agreement. After all, he’s brought me wonderful flowers, and a gorgeous bottle of wine. He deserves to have the choice. And I can have pizza with my friends any time.

“You ring the order through then, while I arrange these beautiful flowers.” I say and kiss his cheek.

And that is our evening sorted - takeaway, a couple of glasses of wine, Newsnight on the television and then to bed for a bit of sex.

So, that’s food, drink, mind and body all sorted. I should go to sleep feeling satisfied with everything. I should… shouldn’t I?

[wolfygirl1900]

My Guardian Crow

Chapter two

Kara set Itachi up in a guest room near her own and began to treat his wounds. he had multiple cuts and bruises. she sighed slightly seeing that his eye sockets were unfortunately still bleeding quite a bit. she cleaned off the blood as much as she could and said softly. "I'm going to go and get you some new eyes, you sleep for awhi--"

"KARA!!!!" A loud deep voice called and made her flinch.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to leave a clone with you though," she said, and making a hand seal quickly she made a shadow clone and went to see her father. she gulped nervously and saw the long-haired redhead male.

"hi papa," she said and looked up at him sheepishly seeing those ruby eyes glaring down at her. "I can explain."

"then start," he said folding his arms. kara swallowed again and watched him. her father was very tall, about six feet tall with knee-length bright red hair like hers and ruby red eyes.

"he's badly injured and near-death... Someone also took his eyes and... Papa, I didn't sense even a cell of malice inside him... Please let me help?" She rambled and gulped.

Her father sighed and looked into his daughter's deep green eyes. "Alright, he may stay for as long as he needs..." He said and flinched at her excited squeaks. "however, if he hurts you, I want him gone."

"But Papa, what if it's accidentally?" She pointed out and gave him a cute pout he could rarely resist.

He sighed a little defeated and replied. "Fine, if he purposely hurts you, he's out, got it, Kara?"

She grinned and hugged him tightly. "thanks, Papa. I love you." She said and kissed his stubbled cheek before turning and running back to Itachi. "My dad said you can stay for as long as you want."

"want or need?" He asked and let her see a little smirk. "your dad isn't the quietest man, I've already noticed."

She laughed slightly out of nervousness and said. "Okay, he said you can stay as long as you need to."

Itachi nodded and smiled. "That's better." He praised teasingly and relaxed. "Now tell me your little plan to get those eyes..."

She thought for a moment and said. "at first I was thinking that maybe I could go in disguise but... I think someone would figure it out quick...."

He nodded and said. "there are many shinobi there who are very skilled in sensory type Jutsu... So a simple transformation would be pointless..."

She nodded and said. "I kind of figured... My only other idea was using my dragon sage training and transforming into my dragon form."

"you can turn into a dragon?" He asked amused and turned his head to her voice curiously.

"Yeah, I'll even show you after I get your eyes." She said and smiled at him. "it's all black so I think maybe if I stick to the shadows, I won't be seen or noticed as easily."

"you'll have to show me your dragon form when I get my new eyes." he said and smiled. "but that seems like a good idea, however you'll need to hide your chakra just in case."

she nodded and touched his hand gently. "I know, Itachi. I've done stealth missions before," she said softly and smiled at him. "I'll be okay, I promise."

he seemed unsure for a moment and squeezed her hand softly. "if you run into any trouble, use a signal for my friend, Kisame." he said seriously and paused as a small crow landed on the window sill.

kara looked at it curiously and then back at him. "one of yours?"

he nodded and lifted his free hand so the young crow could come closer. "her name is Misora. Kisame helped me nurse her back to health in secret at one of our old bases and now she's bonded with us both."

kara nodded and teased kindly. "who would have known two Akatsuki would have soft spots?" she stroked Misora gently noticing how softly her feathers were and smiled as she was gently nibbled on. "so she'll get Kisame for me if I run into any problems?"

he nodded and set her on the redhead's shoulder. "yes and be careful, both of you, please?" he asked and scrunched his brows together worriedly.

"we'll be careful, Itachi," she promised and leaned down kissing his cheek gently. "I'll have some of the clan doctors check on you and they'll be able to treat your wounds more... and they'll be able to transplant your new eyes." her stomach fluttered as she looked down at him and swallowed a little bit.

he nodded light pink tinting his cheeks before he looked away and said. "alright, be back soon, or I'll send a message to Kisame if you're not back in a couple of days.... and Danzo's headquarters are underneath the Hokage's mansion."

she smiled a little bit seeing the light blush on him before he hid it with his bangs. "sounds fair, ponytail." she said and stood. she got ready and pet the little crow before grabbing her sword ring and left after taking care of his medical needs.

the flight to the village didn't take long, just a few hours and she was able to sneak in easily. she found a dark spot to land and changed to her human form. she found where she had to go and set Misora in a tree nearby. she stroked the bird gently and whispered. "if I don't come out in about ten or twenty minutes, you can go get your friend, okay?"

Misora nibbled her fingers gently and nodded slowly in understanding. kara pulled her hood up tucking her red hair into it and put on a similar mask to what the people going in and out she had seen so far. it was a simple oni mask, red and white with touches of gold around the teeth and horns.

she took a deep breath and came out of her hiding spot. she checked her surroundings before walking in and cautiously and bravely searched the place. it was cold as ice and so much like a maze. it must be to confuse intruders... not bad. she thought to herself as she kept walking and swallowed slightly. she soon found a locked room labeled private and prayed there wasn't anything too disgusting in there. she checked the hallway; it seemed pretty empty and took a deep breath again quietly. there was a pit in her stomach as she knelt and picked the lock. she kept looking around to make sure she wasn't caught. she smirked a little to herself when it unlocked quickly and tiptoed in. she closed the door behind herself and flipped the switch on. she looked around and raised her brows surprised, shocked and a little disgusted.

there were several shelves full of Sharingan in jars and they all smelled of formaldehyde causing her to gag slightly. she took out her sealing scrolls and sealed three jars of eyes into it rolling it back up quickly when she heard voices coming near the room. she found a vent she could use to escape and quickly turned the lights off. she made her way to the vent and quickly opened it before climbing in and closing it. she crawled through as quickly and quietly as possible and found another vent looking through it to make sure it was safe. she opened it and hopped down. she smirked confidently after finding the front door but quickly got serious when an alarm went off.

she bolted to the door and made it out. but that didn't mean she could stop running. her body kept going, pushing her harder to get away as quickly as possible. her only thoughts were of Itachi and being able to be seen by him, making her heart flutter in her chest. she ditched her mask and kept going before running into someone. they both went down falling on their butts and she sat up rubbing her head. "ow..." she groaned and looked to see a blonde boy that was about her age and dress in orange and black.

"Hey, what's the big idea?" he growled rubbing his head and paused hearing running footsteps approaching. Kara flinched before she could answer and looked back hearing voices to see the guys from the underground place.

"hey are you in trouble or something?" he asked and stood when she nodded.

"I was getting something to help my friend," she said quickly and stood next to him slightly as the group stopped in front of them. she bit her lip hoping she'd be able to go back home to Itachi and looked at Naruto for help. Naruto smiled at her and nodded to her silent request.

the blonde did a hand sign for the ram seal and soon the group of five masked men was outnumbered by seven shadow clones. she widened her eyes slightly but smiled at him gratefully before getting ready to fight them as well.

Kara lifted her right hand and said calmly focusing her chakra into her ring. "Growl, Hayjo." her sword ring glowed brightly and a katana with a red and black hilt appeared in her hand. it rang and vibrated as if celebrating.

The blonde charged forward with his clones and Kara blocked an attack with her sword. She focused her chakra into the blade and muttered slightly. "Mumyo Jinpu Ryu Satsujin ken... Shinkiro."

A thick dark red fog surrounded her and the green and white-masked shinobi and she disappeared into it. several oni demons formed from the bloody fog and lunged at him. some had chipped swords and some had rusty butcher knives. kara swallowed and tried to focus. this genjutsu made her feel cold.... hateful.... she knew better than to give into it but it was oh so tempting to give in to the darkness and just kill anyone who got in her way.

She watched from nearby as the masked male slashed at the genjutsu demons and stepped behind him hitting the nape of his neck with the blunt side of her sword. She watched as he collapsed and sighed as the genjutsu released. She looked at the blonde male she had previously run into and frowned slightly seeing blood coming from his leg. "You're injured..." She said and went to his side.

She looked at the deep leg wound and the shallow cheek scratch and frowned. She helped him up and away from the unconscious group and to what looked like a park. She pushed her hood off letting her long hair down, the soft curls framing her faces, and grabbed a section of her shirt cutting it and ripping it into strips. she also took her belt off and sat up on her knees. guilt filled her gut and she couldn't think of any other way to make it up to him.

"You don't have to--ow!!" He began to argue and winced when she began to tie the belt around his leg as a tourniquet.

"shut up and let me focus, please?" she asked and looked up at him, green eyes meeting blue. "you're hurt because of me."

before the blonde could argue anymore, a pair of voices began to call his name which appeared to be Naruto. kara looked at the pair briefly and concentrated on his wound.

a girl with chin-length pink hair in a red shirt, pink skirt, and black mid-thigh shorts stopped by them and panted with her hands on her knees. "Ino said she saw you getting into some sort of fight.... also who is this?" she said and looked at kara who was more focused on treating the wound than anything else.

"oh, yeah. they were chasing her and I thought that I should help her, ya know?" he said and looked at her as she finished. "what is your name anyway?"

"Kara," she answered and sat next to him as she leaned over undoing the belt.

"you were running from ROOT men, what did you do if I may ask?" the other male asked her.

Kara looked at him studying his features. he was tall, very pale with black hair. he wore a long sleeve black crop and matching black pants. "I had to get something to help my friend..." she answered making sure she still had her scroll.

"what was it anyway?" naruto asked and watched her curiously.

she hesitated a little bit and said. "special eyes. he... someone took his eyes so I needed to get some that were like his old ones."

the pale boy blinked a little bit and said. "your friend needs Sharingan.... that means you must know Sasuke."

she raised an eyebrow for a moment and blinked slightly as naruto and the pinkette began to bombard her with questions too quick for her to answer. "I don't know who that is..." she said honestly and saw their faces fall.

she looked at naruto since he seemed the saddest of the three and asked. "did something happen to your friend?"

Naruto looked at her and sighed a little bit. he told her everything and had to stop to swallow a few times. the entire time she couldn't help thinking about Itachi and how he must have felt fighting with his brother.

kara listened and slowly hugged his shoulders. "you'll get him back, naruto... you might just have to kick his ass to get him to realize that the darkness is not the way to go." she said softly and gave him an encouraging smile.

she gasped a little bit when he hugged her back tightly and gave her a grin. "thanks for believing me."

"you're welcome, Naru-Kun," she said smiling softly and paused when Misora landed on his good knee. she looked up to see a very tall blue-skinned man staring at her and the others.

"well, it seems the little birdy led me to the nine tails and his little friends," he said in a deep quiet voice. it held a silkiness and a dark tint to it.... but kara also noticed that it was a little raspy as if he normally didn't talk much.

Misora turned to him and cawed in a disapproving tone and then hopped onto kara's shoulder nuzzling her cheek and nibbling on her.

kara smiled softly at the affection and stood. she saw the others get into fighting stances. she made naruto sit since he was injured and said. "it's okay, guys. he's um... a friend of my friend."

she walked up to the shark man and set Misora on his shoulder. she turned back and gave naruto a tight hug. "good luck getting your friend back, Naruto. I know you can do it." she said softly in his ear and smiled softly feeling him hug back. he reminded her of her brother and it made her feel warm and safe.

"heh, don't you worry about me. I'll get him back even if I have to kick his ass, believe it!" he boasted beaming at her and gave her a thumbs-up as she pulled away.

kara giggled a little bit and went back to Kisame. "have you ever ridden on a dragon before?" she asked him and smiled a little after receiving a confused brow raise just for a moment.

she took a deep breath for a moment focusing her chakra and transformed into her dragon form. she fairly large, larger than most houses but smaller than most tailed beasts.

her scales were pitch black and shiny as if freshly polished. she stretched her elongated body and scaly bat-like wings and shook her mane of black silky fur. she looked down at Kisame with red slitted eyes and smiled a little bit. "don't worry, I don't eat sharks." she teased and crouched on all fours for him to get on purring happily.

Kisame had to admit he was pretty surprised by the dragon girl but decided that if Itachi and Misora trusted her, he'd try to give her a chance.

he got on carefully and paused as samehada chattered and purred at the potential new meal. he patted the sword's hilt gently and debated on whether or not to feed her to the living sword if she did hurt his friend.

kara took off and flew back home. she was a little more relaxed now that she had gotten the new eyes and it showed through her soft purring.

her purrs sounded like a cross between a cat's and a lizard's, low and rumbling. Kisame noted and watched her.

"you know I have to ask... who are you and how does Misora know you?" he asked and waited.

"my name is Kara Muramasa and Itachi sent me to the leaf village to get him something and told Misora to go with me in case I ran into trouble." she said and looked back at him. "he told Misora to get you if I needed help."

he widened his eyes a fraction and smirked a little bit. "It seems the son of a bitch is harder to kill than some thought.... and how did you meet Itachi?"

she explained the whole story, which wasn't that long, and looked back at him. "....now here we are," she said and smiled.

he listened patiently and nodded. "I see... thank you for taking care of him."

she smiled and said. "you can stay with us too if you'd like. I can tell he means a lot to you."

Kisame blushed just a little and hid half his face with her coat. "because he's my best friend and brother.... almost any way."

she smiled and kept flying in silence purring softly again. "we'll be there soon." she said and smiled.

he craned his neck and leaned this way and that to see the compound and village before they landed. "it looks very nice."

[let-the-dream-begin]

A Place to Belong Chapter 34: Growing Pains

Chapter 33

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August 1751

“I dinna want tae help…”

“Katherine Mary Murray,” Jenny warned. “If I hear another word ye’ll be dealt a thrashing, is that understood?”

Claire cocked an eyebrow at Brianna, who had also been complaining. Her lips were now sealed shut, the fear of God in her wide eyes. The two little heathens exchanged a look, and then they nodded simultaneously.

“Aye, Mam.”

“Good. Now gather the dishes wi’ yer sister and take them into the kitchen.”

Maggie was already silently clearing the table without needing to be told, as she always did after supper. Jenny rolled her eyes at Claire with an exasperated sigh, and Claire chuckled.

“They’ll be the death of me yet,” Jenny said, lifting Michael onto her hip. “Come on, ma wee prince, time for bed.”

“No!”

Claire bit her lip as she hoisted Janet into her arms, Jenny’s brows rising to her hairline.

“What was that ye said?”

“No bed, Mam!” He slapped a pudgy hand onto Jenny’s shoulder in defiance. With another heavy sigh, Jenny started shuffling out of the dining room, followed closely by Claire.

“Ye’ll go to bed and ye’ll like it, or there’ll be no bannocks tomorrow.”

That sent him into a veritable screaming fit, which sent Janet into a reactionary tizzy.

“Oi!” Ian’s voice sounded as they entered the parlor to get to the stairs. “What’s all this racket about?”

“Yer son is pitching a fit about bedtime,” Jenny said, thrusting him into Ian’s arms before he could protest.

“Always mine when they’re misbehaving,” Ian gave Claire a knowing look, and she chuckled.

“Christ, my back is screaming…” Jenny collapsed onto the sofa, hands resting on the swell of her six-months-pregnant belly. “Couldna carry him up the stairs right now if he was docile as a lamb.”

“Michael…” Claire crooned, setting Janet down on the floor in front of Ian. “Come here, little man. You’ll be good for Auntie, won’t you?”

He squirmed and shrieked, slapping his palms against Ian’s chest.

“You don’t want to make your Auntie sad, do you Michael?” Claire said, stooping down to his eye level.

“N-no…” He clumsily wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, sniffling loudly.

“I didn’t think so. Come here and let me hold you, then we can both stop being sad. Yes?”

After a moment, he nodded and allowed Claire to hoist him onto her hip.

“There we go. That’s a good boy.” She kissed his head and bounced him gently.

Jenny muttered something in Gaelic, something that Claire had come to learn translated roughly to: spoils him rotten.

“Come on, wee Janet,” Ian said, heaving himself off the sofa. “Take Da’s hand and we’ll brave the stairs together, aye?”

Janet nodded and took Ian’s hand.

“You rest until I can get something for your back,” Claire commanded Jenny, who nodded and waved her off.

Claire took the stairs at Ian’s pace, one step at a time.

“Where did Fergus get off to?” Claire said when they were almost at the top of the stairs. “When he said he had something to finish up I assumed he was with you and Jamie.”

“Nae, Jamie was wi’ me in the study. I was showing him the ledgers and such. Dinna ken exactly where he went off to.”

Ian’s voice held some sort of constrained mirth, and it puzzled Claire.

“He’s been doing that more and more,” Claire said, the thought suddenly coming to her. “Just...disappearing like that.”

Ian chuckled softly as they reached upstairs. Mary MacNab appeared from the second staircase and took Michael — who had apparently worn himself out with his tantrum — in one arm and Janet’s hand with the other so she could lead them up into the nursery.

“What’s so funny?” Claire said, crossing her arms once they were free.

Ian shook his head. “Yer boy. Gallivanting the way he does.”

Claire’s brow furrowed. “Gallivanting?”

“Dinna be daft, Claire. Surely ye know he’s wi’ a lass.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Who?”

Ian shrugged. “Couldna say. Seems to be different every time.”

Claire felt like she’d been slapped across the face. Her jaw fell open and her eyes bugged out.

“You...you mean...with a girl?” she stammered. Ian raised an eyebrow. “Sexually?”

“Ye really didn’t know?” Ian said, clearly suppressing the urge to bust out with laughter. “He’s been running off like this fer almost a year now.”

“What?” Claire boomed.

“Dinna wake the bairns again, lass — ”

“He’s...he’s a child!” Claire’s cheeks were hot, and she uncrossed her arms to gesture emphatically in what evidently was a stupid and useless movement, given Ian’s chuckle.

“He’s a lad, Claire. A lad of nearly sixteen.”

Claire briefly saw red, and her jaw clenched. She stormed past Ian and stomped down the stairs.

“Jenny!” Claire shouted when she was halfway down the stairs. She crossed the room like a woman possessed and stopped right in front of Jenny on the sofa, planting her hands on her hips. “If you...knew something. About my son. Would you tell me?”

Jenny’s eyes narrowed. “What d’ye mean, sister?”

“I mean if you...if you knew he was...doing something that I wouldn’t approve of. Would you tell me?”

“Pickpocketing ye mean?”

“No, not pickpocketing!” Claire spat, her temples throbbing.

Ian arrived at the bottom of the stairs then, and Jenny looked past Claire to see him, flushed red and trying not to laugh.

“Oh.” Jenny looked back up at Claire. “Ye...didn’t know, sister?”

“No, I didn’t know!” she exploded, dropping her hands from her hips into fists. “How on Earth should I have known?”

Jenny eyed her skeptically, brows raised.

“...He’s a lad, Claire.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Claire threw her hands up in exasperation and then crossed them over her chest.

Deep down, she knew that she really should have known. Claire herself had lost her virginity at sixteen to another clumsy teenager, a charming young lad in Egypt. But she had taken precaution. She was fully aware of the ramifications of her actions and had outright threatened to kill the boy if he’d ended up lying about his sexual exposure.

But that didn’t make it any easier to stomach that her little boy was having reckless sex. And he hadn’t even felt he could tell her about it.

“This is unacceptable,” Claire said once her spinning mind caught up with her.

“Claire, come now,” Ian said, approaching her from behind with a hand on her shoulder. “He isna a bairn and ye ken that.”

“If it was your son?” she fired.

“Well it’s no’ my business what my son does when he’s grown,” Jenny said, shifting uncomfortably. “I’d rather not know at all.”

“Alright. And what if it was a daughter?” Claire jutted her chin out.

“I’d thrash her senseless,” Jenny said without hesitation.

“That! That makes no sense!” Claire cried, pointing an accusatory finger at her. “So a-a boy can stick his cock wherever he wants but we must protect a girl’s virtue? He’s my child! What about his virtue?”

“Would ye mind yer tongue?” Jenny said heatedly. “The bairns could walk by any minute.”

“This is unacceptable,” Claire said again, shaking her head. She made to leave the parlor, but Ian seized her by the arm.

“Ye canna go after him now, Claire,” Ian said. “Ye dinna even ken where he is.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” she spat.

“I suppose no’. But where d’ye intend to start?”

“And then what’ll ye do if ye do find him?” Jenny said pointedly.

Claire sighed with exasperation, jerking her arm from Ian’s grip. “Fine. But I will be talking to him about this. And I’ll thank you to not keep anything concerning my son’s health from me anymore!” She glared back and forth between the two of them before storming off toward the staircase

“His health…?” Ian’s brow furrowed, watching her as she went.

Claire whirled around at the foot of the stairs, jabbing a finger at him, nostrils flared, teeth clenched.

“No son of mine is going to contract syphilis.”

She whirled again, stomping up the stairs, trying her damndest to block out the sound of Ian’s snorting chuckles, lest she fly back down the stairs and throttle him.

——

The following morning, breakfast was its usual cacophony of shouting and laughter from the children and scolding from Jenny. Claire was on edge the entire time, having to put a conscious effort into not staring at Fergus or otherwise letting on that something was amiss. When the meal finished, Jenny stood to begin clearing dishes, and she made eye contact with Claire across the table, one final plea to just let things be.

I most certainly will not.

“Fergus,” Claire chirped as casually as she could muster. “Could you help me with something upstairs before you head out to the fields?”

Fergus quickly turned around, having already started to dash off with Rabbie and Jamie. “Oh, ah, oui, Maman.”

Claire nodded and brushed past the boys so she could lead the way to her own bedroom. She briefly wiped her palms on her skirt when they entered the room, sweating with nervousness. She had been going over and over what she would say to him in her head, even going so far as to recite certain bits out loud. When Claire closed the door behind Fergus, she saw his brow furrow and his shoulders tense.

“What is the matter, Maman?” he said skeptically.

“Nothing, darling. I just...want to have a conversation with you.” She wiped her palms again and cleared her throat, then exhaled sharply. “Why don’t you sit down?”

Slowly, Fergus backed into the bed and sank down onto it. Claire opened her wardrobe and retrieved the parchment she had stuffed on the highest shelf.

“So,” she said brusquely, mustering a smile not unlike those that she’d used when lecturing soldiers during the war as their nurse. “I found something out yesterday that surprised me a little. And I thought that, as your mother, we should talk about it.”

She sat down, parchment still rolled, and Fergus blinked at her. “Are you...courting somebody, Maman?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” she waved him off, laughing uncomfortably. “It’s actually about...you. Courting.”

His brow furrowed again, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“It came to my attention that you have been...well...having relations with girls.”

His impossibly big eyes became even bigger, practically bugging out of his head.

“I want you to know that I don’t think any less of you,” Claire said calmly. “It is perfectly normal for a boy your age to have those urges and desires.”

Fergus covered his face with his hands, and Claire could swear she heard him mutter: “Sainte Mère de Dieu.”

“But, I don’t think you’re aware of how potentially dangerous such a thing could be.”

He kept his face in his hands, and Claire waited in uncomfortable silence before going on, talking to the top of his head.

“Do you remember your time in the brothel? Weren’t there times where women would get sick with...incurable diseases? Now, I don’t mean to imply that I believe you’re bedding whores, because I don’t.”

Fergus muttered something else unintelligible into his hands, visibly shrinking right before her eyes.

“But, those types of illnesses are not strictly catchable by whores and their patrons. It is very possible that you could catch any number of diseases that even I can’t help you with if you aren’t careful.” Claire started unrolling the parchment. “Things like syphilis...that can kill you, Fergus.”

His blush was bright enough to be seen through the cracks of his fingers.

“I...I want you to look at this. I think it will help you understand.”

Reluctantly, the boy picked up his head and looked at the parchment.

“This is called the sexual exposure chart. It’s a bit crude, but you get the idea.” Claire, in the state she was in the night before, had feverishly replicated the familiar chart with ink and parchment, needing him to understand the direness of the situation.

“Now, the more sexual partners you have, the more likely you are to catch something deadly and incurable. When you have sex with somebody, you are also having sex with everyone they have ever had sex with.” Fergus’s eyes raked over the parchment, widening further and further, his mouth agape.

“And even if every girl you have sex with only has the same number of partners as you’ve had, look at how many you’re technically having sex with. How many people’s diseases you’re coming into contact with.”

“I...I haven’t…” Fergus was staring in horror at the final row, the row that said twelve sexual partners between the two participants meant exposure to over four thousand people.

“I’m not implying that you’ve been with that many girls, darling. This is just an example, a warning, I suppose.”

Fergus shook his head in disbelief, and his red blush suddenly turned a bit green.

“I’m sorry to scare you, Fergus. But I do want you to be scared. This is very, very serious. Having sex can kill you. And I couldn’t bear it if something so preventable were to take you away from me. I know this time is different from where I come from, and that most people don’t know anything about all the things I’m telling you now. But if I can use my knowledge from the future to save you, I will.”

Fergus nodded dumbly, finally looking up from the parchment and staring at nothing in particular in front of him.

“Now, where I’m from, there are ways to protect yourself from diseases like this, but there aren’t here. So the only way to truly be safe is to either know the detailed sexual history of your partner, or to completely abstain from sex. And there’s no guarantee that your partner will be completely honest with you unless you’ve been courting for some time and can trust one another.”

Claire started rolling up the parchment, taking another breath.

“So, I’m not telling you that you can’t have any more...relations, but I’m telling you that you shouldn’t. If you value your life, and if you don’t want to give your poor mother any grey hairs.” Fergus swallowed, his Adam’s apple visibly bobbing up and down.

“Do you...have any questions? You can ask me anything, really.”

He vehemently shook his head, curls tossing back and forth.

“Alright.” Claire cleared her throat. “I love you, darling. And I just want you to be safe.”

He nodded.

“You can...you can go.”

Without another word, Fergus sprang off the bed and practically sprinted out of the bedroom. Claire released the breath she’d been holding and ran a hand down the length of her face.

That was certainly the most uncomfortable experience of my entire life.

——

That night, after supper, Claire, Ian, and Jenny were having a dram in the parlor. The children were upstairs playing in their rooms and the twins were being put to bed by Mary McNab. Claire noticed that Fergus also went straight to his room, and was briefly filled with pride that he would not be gallivanting after their conversation today. He had been uncomfortably silent for most of the day, particularly during supper.

“Christ...I wonder if he’ll ever look me in the eye again,” Claire said, sighing heavily in her arm chair. “He hardly looked at me at all during supper.”

“D’ye blame the lad?” Jenny said, shifting her pregnant body in her seat. “I hardly want tae look ye in the eye, knowing what ye must’ve said to him.”

Claire rolled her eyes, and Ian sniggered quietly beside Jenny on the sofa.

“Did ye burn the damned thing?” Jenny said.

“What?”

“That wretched parchment,” Jenny shuddered. “I’ll kill ye wi’ my bare hands if any of my bairns ever lay eyes on it.” She took a generous sip of whisky.

“I can’t burn it!” Claire said. “It would be such a waste to have to make another one for Brianna someday.”

Jenny made an almost comical choking sound and spat some whisky back into the glass. Ian burst out laughing, roughly slamming the arm of the sofa as Jenny coughed violently.

“Blessed Michael, defend us!” Jenny sputtered as soon as she was able, Ian still howling beside her. “I may have no say in how you approach the subject with your own children, but I’m quite content with how I’ve chosen to do so with mine.” Claire said with a curt nod.

Jenny crossed herself emphatically, and Ian wiped his eyes, tears leaking out in his hysterical laughter. Claire smirked into her glass, grateful, if nothing else came of today’s events, to have put her uptight sister in such a tizzy.

[renee-writer]

Last Shots Fired Chapter 1 The Physical

A/N This one has been playing in my head awhile. In honor of Memorial Day, I decided to write the first chapter. As you can guess it is loosely based on the above Trace Adkins. If you watch the video have a tissue.

James Ian Fraser, Jamie to all, grew up knowing what he would do. Like every male in his family before him, he will join the military. The Fraser's have a long history, spreading all the way back to the doomed upraising in 76', a battle joined by the ancestor he was partly named after, of offering at least one of their male offspring to the defense of their country.

“At least there is no active war.” His mam frets as he gets ready to go to have his final checkup before joining the ranks.

“Aye mam. Please don't worry. I come from strong stock.” Her smile is just the barest upturn and doesn't reach her eyes. He simply folds her in his arms. She fits at his shoulder. She half laughs, half cries.

“Ye were just clinging tae my knees as ye learned tae walk and now look at ye. A grown man” she sniffs against his shoulder.

“I will always be your little boy.”

“Aye. Now go while I can still let ye.” He hugs her close another minute wishing to be that lad again, just for a second.

“His da drives him there. They don't speak at first. Then his da says, “It is proud I am of ye son. Tis nae small thing ye are doing even without a war on.” Jamie just gives a half smile and shrug. “I ken we Fraser men do what is expected of us. But..” He looks at his da with pride. He had lost a leg in service to God and queen in the gulf war. Jamie understands sacrifice. The new one the army fit him with worked wonderful but.

“I ken da. Scotland is a grand country. She is worth fighting for.” He feels like tearing up again but doesn't want to face the military doctor all teary-eyed. They pull up and his da squeezes his hand.

“Ye are a braw lad son.” Despite his promise, he enters the building teary eyed.

He stands in the small room, waiting to be called back. There are seats but he is to nervous to stand. He has passed the initial physical. This one will determine his fitness to do SAS training. What he really wants to do.

“James I. Fraser?” He follows the nurse into the back. She takes his vitals, leads him to another room, and gives him a small gown. “All off. Dr. Beauchamp will be with you.”

He strips his clothes off. He places the gown on. It barely covers his front and has no chance of covering his arse. Not that it matters much. He knows that this Dr. Beauchamp will examine him from crown to feet. He takes a seat on the wee table. There is a knock on the door and the mos beautiful woman he has ever seen walks in. He stands automatically.

“Hello Mr. Fraser. I am Dr. Beauchamp.” He knows then he is in trouble.

“Aye. Nice to meet ye lass.”

“Well, you sure look fit enough.” She looks him up and down. He prays his cock stays down.

“Aye Dr. Beauchamp.”

“Okay. Climb back up on the table.” He does. She comes up. “”I am going to check your eyes and ears. First for health then for function” He nods, her presence making him mute. She checks his ears first before shining a light deep in his eyes. She then hooks him up to a machine yo test his hearing. He passes it easily. She then checks his eyes.

He is able to read all the way to the smallest line. “Very good.” She praises before checking his mouth. “Good teeth and you still have your tonsils.” She comments when done.

“Aye my mam pushed oral hygiene.”

“As all good mums should. A lot of diseases start in the mouth. Now to listen to your heart and lungs.”

“Do I need to drop the gown?” He wasn’t trying to sound seductive but she just is having a major effect on him.

“Not yet. And when you do the nurse will come back in.” He blushes. Christ man! She is a doctor that works for the army. Ye aren’t here to… not that he ever had. May be part of the problem.

“Aye. Sorry.. Ah..”

“Be still Mr. Fraser. I need to hear” the stethoscope is placed on his chest and she carefully listens. To his front and back. “Good healthy lungs and heart.”

He nods as she calls the nurse back in. He spends that time trying to get himself under control. What is wrong with him? He has seen attractive woman before. She returns with a wee wisp of a lass.

“Mary, this is Mr. Fraser. I am going to do the rest of his physical. You are here as a witness.”

“Yes Claire.” Claire, light. He thinks in awe. That she is.

“Mr. Fraser. Mary here is in training. So be a good patient for her.”

“Aye Claire.” She rolls her eyes before cracking a smile.

“Stand James. Now you may remove your gown.”

“It is Jamie. If I am to be naked before ye.”

“Jamie.” He stands and lets the gown fall. “We will start with a testicular and penis exam” she warns before changing gloves and reaching between his legs. He tries hard to think unsexy thoughts. But her wee hands feel so braw.

“Sorry.” He whispers as he hardens in her grip.

“Jamie, it is perfectly natural. Good blood flow down there.” She moves to his testes, moving them around in her hands. “Mary, I am feeling for lumps. At his age they are unlikely but we must be though.”

“Yes Claire.” He dares not look at either of them. He keeps his eyes shut until he feels her hands give way.

“Okay Jamie. You may get dressed now. Mary thank you.” She slips out the door. “I have some questions.”

“Aye Claire.” He slips his shirt back on.” Ask me anything.”

“I will. First you have passed the physical part of the exam. Strong and healthy with no signs of venereal dieases.”

“There wouldn’t be. I am a virgin.” She looks him up and down. Now she is blushing.

“Oh I..ah.. Sorry it is just quite rare. Really you are the only man I have examined in this job that has admitted as much. So my first question is why?”

[imagineclaireandjamie]

Deep Within The Darkness Peering. Chapter Two:

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Part 1: Chapter TWO 

It was rare for her to have two days off in a row, her schedule was usually quite packed and often Claire worked back-to-back shifts. Curled under her blankets, she wiggled her toes, basking in the warmth of her heated apartment. The blackout curtains in her bedroom did wonders and she had to pop her head up to see what the actual time was.

Her clock blinked red, ticking over into a new hour as it struck midday. She checked her pager, but was relieved to find that it hadn’t gone off whilst she’d been asleep, before pulling herself up and out of bed.

With nothing much to do, she settled herself into the large window seat in her lounge and pulled her book from her work rucksack. The pages were bent, the spine flaking off as the glue and stitching became visible, it’s age and value showing in irreparable damage to its facia. Claire didn’t worry too much, holding it together between her fingers as she basked in the sound of the wind and rain against the glass.

As she reached the end of the penultimate chapter, the cold tea going unnoticed on the side table, the ring of her phone disrupted the silence of her flat.

It was hard to discern who the caller was as she answered and the line crackled.

“I’m sorry, who is this?” She asked, almost shouting over the white noise as she held the receiver away from her ear.

“It’s Rupert, PC Mackenzie, I got yer number from another nurse I hope ye don’t mind. Mrs Fitz asked me to call. They’re waking Fraser in an hour or so, if ye wanted to be here.”

“Thank you!” She returned before quickly replacing the phone.

She grabbed for her coat as fast as she could, trapping her arms in the fabric as she tried to get out of the front door. It wasn’t a long journey to the hospital, but it was far enough that any small amount of traffic could make it longer than an hour and she desperately wanted to be there. Even without Glenna’s gentle persuasion, Claire felt honour bound to James to be there when he woke up. He had nobody, it seemed, no-one (even though visitors permissions were granted whilst prisoners were in hospital) had called or shown up. Zero. There wasn’t a single person outside of the nurses in the hospital who’d made any move to check if he was alright.

The time of night made Glasgow easy to drive through, and Claire reached the A&E in record time. She was out of her car and by reception as fast as her legs would carry her, the night receptionist smiled at her as she squirted some antibacterial cream into her palms and sprinted down the corridor.

“Nurse Beauchamp…” Dr Bain’s eyebrows raised just a little, his otherwise rigid expression holding firm as she opened the door and entered Fraser’s private suite.

“He’s a patient in my care, doctor, I hope you don’t mind me being here although I’m off shift?” It was a question and a statement all rolled into one, and she breathed a small sigh of relief when he didn’t question her any further on her sudden appearance. Though she knew it wouldn’t be immediate, she hung around until the drips had been removed, waiting until the rest of the medical team had returned to their other duties before pulling a chair to the side of his bed.

The constables on guard gave her the courtesy of standing just outside the door as she listened to the gentle beep of his heart monitor. Occasionally she’d glance up from the magazine she’d grabbed from the nurses station, but mostly she just waited. As the night wore on, part of her -the fatigued, shattered part of herself- thought it might just be best to let him wake up on his own, to go home and rest her mind ready for her new shift. But as she watched him scrunch his face up, his hand gently pulling at the handcuffs that held him against the bed, she knew she’d pay the price of tiredness to ensure that he didn’t wake up alone.

As the clock struck 3am, the tug of chains bought her head up from the horoscope pages and she glanced up to see his blue eyes trained on her. His breathing was shallow, his eyes opening and closing slowly as he adjusted to the light.

“Good morning, Mr Fraser, how are you feeling?” Looking down, she remembered that she wasn’t wearing her scrubs, he had no clue who she was and there was no indication that she’d been nursing him back to health as he slept. “I’m a nurse, sorry about the clothes. D-do you want a drink?” She noticed his confused expression and watched as it cleared and a small smile appeared on his face. Nodding, he swallowed loudly before inhaling deeply.

“Jamie.” He said, finally, his voice raspy and low, “please.”

“Well, Jamie,” she said, holding the fresh glass of water to his lips and letting him take a small sip, “during the shift I’m nurse Beauchamp, but really I’m just Claire…please.”

-- --- --

Though they only managed a few words to one another through her shifts in the week following his awakening, Claire made sure to pop in and see Jamie as much as she could. Occasionally she would sneak some of her lunch snacks in to add some flavour to his otherwise bland diet, more often than not he would smile gently and silently accept her gifts. With his hands bound, he could just about eat by himself but it had taken her a while to acclimatise herself to it. Each time the chains would clink against the plastic bed frame she’d flinch as if struck, a harsh reminder of his predicament. But the more they spoke, the more she found it difficult to believe him as violent as his crime suggested.

“Ye keep coming back.” Rarely did he start conversation with her, though he was always incredibly cordial. Today, though, he seemed subdued, the lack of eye contact made her worry. It was getting closer to his release and she could tell that it was weighing heavily on his mind. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so grateful for the company.”

“Has Dr Bain signed you off yet?” She asked, cautiously, reading through his chart to see if she could find any new additions. Looking him over, she assessed his visible wounds. He’d improved greatly over the last week or so, the swelling on his face had almost completely died down, but one minor infection had stunted his recovery and they were just waiting to make sure the antibiotics were working before releasing him back into the custody of the prison system once more.

“Nah,” he sighed, turning over as best he could and burying his head against the flat pillow, “no’ yet.”

“Jamie?” Moving to his side, she placed the chart back onto the end of the bed before sitting herself so that she could see his face. “What’s wrong?” She felt silly even asking the question, she knew the fate that awaited him once everyone was satisfied that he no longer needed the care of the hospital but it seemed something else was on his mind.

“Ye ken why, aye?” He asked, tugging his wrists upwards as if to highlight the handcuffs.

She nodded, a sad smile adorning her face as her eyes softened. There had been times when she wanted to ask him more about his conviction, but mostly she just wanted to make sure he had the best care whilst she could personally monitor him and that had kept her from enquiring further about his criminal history.

“I had my parole denied yesterday.”

She watched as his adams apple bobbed in his throat, his eyes closing slowly as if to stop himself from breaking down on her. The skin prickled on her arms as she held her hands between her knees. Wanting to comfort him, she held back not knowing whether he would accept any physical contact right now.

“Because of the fight?”

“Aye, although it wasna me who started it and I didna fight back. Six months…” he added, his voice dipping to a whisper as he pursed his lips, his nose scrunching as he tried to hold back the anguish.

“How long will it be until you can apply again?”

“Two years, and then another six months of waiting...or longer.”

He sounded so hopeless and something much darker lingered behind his eye as he tried to hide from her gaze.

“What are you going back to Jamie?” She asked without even realising it. His head snapped up, his pupils dilating as the door swung open.

Doctor Bain strode in, Glenna following closely behind him a serious look on her face as she passed Bain the chart.

“The infection has subsided enough, Mr Fraser. We’ve agreed that tomorrow you’ll be discharged. There is still some residual healing to be done, but that can be cared for onsite. Your injuries are no longer life threatening though you’ll need to make sure the wounds are well dressed and cleaned regularly - but the nurse over at the prison will be able to assist you with that. Good luck.”

With one nod to Claire, he placed the file back in its holder at the end of Jamie’s bed and left as quickly as he’d appeared, Glenna in tow.

“Thank ye, Claire,” he was so quiet that she barely heard him, “for yer kindness towards me. I’ll be forever in your debt.” There was a bleak finality about his words, an unknown darkness filling the air around them as the mood in the room shifted dramatically. She could almost feel the pain that was etched on his face as his eyes filled with moisture, a slow blink clearing the tears as he lay flat, his gaze now concentrated on the plain ceiling tiles above them.

She wanted to say something, anything, to soothe him, but her mouth was dry, her head devoid of conversation. Rolling her shoulders, she licked her lips and stepped back from the bed. “I’ll come back and check on you before you leave.” Closing the door softly behind her, she studiously ignored the two men standing stoically beside it.

Her heart was racing as she finished her shift. She wanted to say goodbye before she left, but as she walked past, she could tell he was asleep by his position, curled up on his small bed. Not wanting to disturb his last peaceful night, Claire slipped away without a word only one thing on her mind - she had to see if there was anything she could do to overturn the seemingly unjust decision.

[nityarawal]

8/31/23

Handler

Morning Songs

Handler Handler

How'd Your Pappa Handle You

Handler Handler

Such A Sweet

Teddy Bear

Handler Handler

What'd He Do

Hit Man For The Government

Breeding

Guards For Kardashians

You Could've Had

Britney Camp

Renaissance Fair

But You Took Bribe

Called My Brother

Like So Many

Other

Stirling Boys' Club

Tantric Hand Jobs

You Could've Had

Free Britney Pirate Camp 

But You Took A Bribe

My Little Handler

Happy Endings

Like The Lawyers

For Prosthetic Breasts

You Took A Bribe

Ken Carlsson Lied

My Little Handler

Adam Says

If One Murder Blows

Like Emily Pearson's 

400 Slumlorded

One Murder Blows

Then The Whole 

Town Goes

Dr. Tima Ivanova

No Pathology Report

No Autopsy

Sheriff Bianco

Hides The Evidence

Won't Procure

Documents

He's Not A Legitimate

Coroner

Or Doctor

Pathologist

One Person Goes

They All Lie

My Provider

Dr. Queresheri

Wouldnt Get Me 

To Urgent Care

I Never Met 

My IEHP

Provider

Doctor

Slave Owner

Selling Me On

Black Market

But One Of Them Goes

Dr. Natalya Knows

Ukranian Dr.

From Dr. Browning

Office

With Nurse Darline

Breaking Hippa Laws

Gossiping

One Of Them Goes

On Lymes

You Know

And The Whole

Idyllwild Arts School

Might Go Down Too

With Therapist

Julie Anne Steiger

From Common

Ground Healing

One Goes

All The Gay Attys

Go Fondling

Ukraine

Twins

Mexican Babies

One Goes

You All Go

A Handjob

For An Attorney

Plea

Not A Happy Ending

For Judges

It's True

Dr's Piled In

Like Sardines

In Princess Dorm

Dr's Piled In

Sodomized

And Ready

For Third Stage

Of Reality

Third Stage

Waking Up

Third Dimension

Realizing What

You Done

Millions Of Mommies

Murdered

In Name Of

Mental Health

Sanctioned Down

Judges 

And Attys

Back To Middle Class

Millions Of Mommies

Murdered In 

World War 3

We'd Be Searching

For Judge Ferguson's

Rotating Courtrooms

If Only X Worked

Been Broken Since

Twitter

No Searches

For Journalists

Saving Mothers

Didn't Get Freedom

Of Speech

Rapist Nonce Charles

Got The Better Of

Us You See

Open Up Chowmillas

Doors

Let The Prettiest

Ladies Roam Free

Out Of Prisons

For They're Killing

Mommies On Covid

AI Bribes

Petty Crimes

90% Of My Ladies

Don't Break The Law

Petty Crimes

Atty Lies

Wrongful Arrest

Just Found A Knife

Want To Call The Cops

Got Caught Peeing

In My Bros Garden

By A Neighbor

Cops Investigated

A Bowl Of Potato

Salad Missin'

So They Could

Attempt To Rape

Another Service

Gal

Off A Farm

On Her Late

Registration

With Covid Germs

We Know Who Robbed

Your House

Sheriff Parsons

And His Militia

No Need

To Rape Bella

On Sunset Cops

Dates

No Need To Rape

The Children

From Idyllwild Arts

If They're Not Gay

And People Pleasing

You

Your Trustfund Kids

Pleasing The Government 

Hacking They're Junk

For Pedophile

Groomers

#PrinceOfPegging 

Spies

Domestic Terrorists 

This Is My Mother's

Country

This Is My Grandmother's 

Country

My Great Grandma

Martha's Too

Huntley Roads

In Hollywood

Huntley Hotel

Along With Italy

Ventimiglia 

Scotland

France

Iran

Chicago

We Ask All Of You

Iowa

Lake Tahoe

California

Hawaii Too

All My Heartlands

Azerbaijan 

My Love

Azizis

All My Heartlands

Tehrangeles

Jungles

We Squeeze

Blue Fuzz Out

All My Heartlands

We Forgive You

Enjoy Your Princess

Dorms

Magistrate Judges

Princess Dorms

Big Titles

Farted

Magistrate Judges

Shot Wives

Superior Court

You've Got An Inferiority 

Complex

Your Staff 

Too Superior

To Do The Law

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[desperationandgin]

Strawberry Wine; (Part I, Chapter 2)

Rating: General Audiences (for now)

Author: desperationandgin

Also Read On: AO3

Previous Chapter

A/N: Thank you so much for the enthusiasm surrounding this story! I have to thank my betas, @smashing-teacups, @missclairebelle, and @lcbeauchampoftarth - without the three of you, this would read like a college freshman’s first drunken essay. Thank you to my future-wife @filledwithlight for the incredible mood board. Here we go!

Chapter 2: Thirsting for Knowledge

By the time supper was served, more people had arrived than I expected. It became a reunion of sorts with everyone and my uncle, and I didn’t mind that it left me free to engage in my own conversation down the table. I was seated next to Jamie's childhood friend, Ian Murray. Across from me sat Jamie, and by the look on his sister, Jenny’s, face, she was happy to follow my lead and speak with the person across from her.

“Jamie, your home is beautiful. It must take a lot to maintain the grounds. Do you take care of by yourself?” I asked curiously.

When he shook his head, red curls bounced to and fro, barely grazing the sides of his neck. “No, I’m braw, but no’ quite that braw,” Jamie admitted. “Along wi’ my da and I, Ian helps in the stables and my godfather, Murtagh, lives wi’ us as well to help.”

My eyes scanned the faces at the table, unable to place a face with the name.

“He’s no’ here at the moment,” Jamie explained, realizing what I was doing. “He tends to business on my father’s behalf, ye see.”

“Well, I do hope to meet him, though I’m sure I will at some point in the next few months.” The prospect of living here, in the same house with the man across from me, made my stomach knot and my mouth dry.

“Oh, aye, should be the day after next. He’ll likely be bringing more wine from a shipment coming in from my cousin Jared’s warehouse in France,” Jamie explained, even as he poured to fill my current glass.

“Your family is quite impressive,” I noted with a soft smile. “What is it that you hope to do one day?” I realized I’d hardly touched my food and corrected my mistake by eating a few forkfuls of meat pie.

“At the end of the summer planting, I’ll be going to finish my studies in France along wi’ Ian, travel a bit and see more of the world. But after that, here is where I plan to be, to live and work the rest of my days.”

He would build a family here, I thought, as my mind drifted to thinking of his own curly, red-headed moppets, following him around and hanging on his every word. So far, I’d spent no more than ninety minutes or so with him, counting introductions and the courses of our meal. That was plenty of time to know anyone with common sense would follow Jamie anywhere. I couldn’t explain it, but he had an ease about himself that made him seem invincible. Not that he realized it, I posited. He was so charming and endearing that the word precious came to mind. His life would be filled with manual labor, but if seeing him without his shirt was any indication, his body was built for it. He’d looked like a strong, Viking warrior, taller than most Scots. I imagined his life would be filled with laughter as well; his eyes always seemed to dance with it.

“What about you, Sassenach?” he asked casually.

I blinked, turning my brain over in search of the meaning of that word. “What?” I responded ineloquently, wincing internally at myself.

“I mean, what do ye plan to do at the end of the summer?”

For some reason, I could feel my cheeks flushing red, and I cleared my throat, switching to the cool water glass for a sip. “I’m going to nursing school, in London,” I finally answered. “And after that, I’ll keep traveling with my uncle, I suppose, going from place to place.” Finding and discovering new things, and always on the move.

“Ye dinna think of ever settling down somewhere?”

His eyes seemed to be boring into my own, and when I wet my lips, I saw his stare drift down, then back to my eyes.

“I don’t know. I haven’t had a permanent home since the age of five. I believe the longest I’ve stayed anywhere was a year and a half, and that was only because I became ill and was bed-ridden for weeks.”

“What happened to ye?” he asked in alarm, looking me over now for signs that anything was still wrong.

I smiled, hoping that it eased him. “I was fourteen and contracted mononucleosis. It causes a fever and sore throat, not to mention extreme fatigue. I recovered fine, I promise,” I assured him.

He seemed concerned still, but soon settled back in his seat. Before he could speak, raucous laughter drowned him out, and we glanced down at the men laughing over one another’s stories. My gaze moved back to Jamie as he stood, then came around to my side of the table, bending to speak against my ear.

“Would ye care to walk wi’ me, Claire?”

I felt an involuntary shiver run up my spine and wet my lips once more before smiling up at him. I nodded, then scooted my chair back before offering my hand. When he took it, I stood and found myself just a bit shorter than him, my chin tilted up a slight bit to meet his gaze directly. Still holding my hand, he raised it to his lips and kissed the back of it. This is what having butterflies in your stomach feels like I thought to myself, feeling my stomach twist in a pleasant, likely cliché, way. Leading me away from the table, he tucked my arm into his and we walked through the dining room, the living room, and eventually out through the front door.

“What did you call me earlier? When you asked me what it was I wanted to do with my life?” I was curious; I assumed it was a Gaelic phrase and hoped it didn’t mean anything unpleasant.

“Oh, I called ye a ‘Sassenach,’” he replied easily. “It doesna mean anythin’ more than ye’re no’ from the place ye currently are. I suppose wherever ye go then, ye’ll be a Sassenach.”

I was quiet for a moment as I processed what he was saying. Maybe I was quiet for too long.

“I’m sorry, Claire, I didna mean to offend ye,” he apologized hastily, and I quickly looked over to reassure him.

“It’s alright. What you said isn’t untrue, I suppose. I’ve always thought of myself as a gypsy. Going from place to place and trading stories of other lands with the locals before moving along. And eventually, I’ll be able to help with medical needs in small communities with no access to proper health care.” It was the most I’d said about it so far, and I instinctively began to apologize for dominating the conversation when Jamie interrupted me.

“Ye must learn so much of the world, see things that most people never will,” he said in awe.

His appreciation of it and understanding why I would choose such a life put me at ease, and I nodded over at him. “I had one of the best educations a child can get, in my opinion. The world was my classroom.” Which sounded a bit forced to my own ears, so I swiftly changed the subject.

“When you travel, where do you want to go first?” I asked, eager to hear more of what he had to say.

“I dinna ken just yet,” he said, pausing for a moment before continuing. “I found a journal that my mam must have kept. She died when I was younger, so I read it, to be reminded of her. There was a list in the back, of all the places she wanted to see, so I thought I might honor her memory and begin there.”

I felt my heart swell in my chest at his sweet words and thoughtful idea. “I think that’s a wonderful idea, Jamie,” I encouraged. “Let me rephrase my question then. Where would you like to go first from your mother’s journal?”

“The first country listed is Greece; she wrote that she wanted to see all of the ruins. Have ye been, Sassenach?”

I nodded and turned my gaze toward him. “It’s beautiful and old. Even despite that, it’s so easy to see what it once was. I enjoy the mythology of it all, and the ocean is beautiful.”

“When I leave at the end of the summer, it will be the first time I’ve seen such large waters, and I’ll only be flying over them.”

“You’ve never seen the ocean?” I asked curiously as we walked on a path that meandered lazily toward a field of heather. The moon was bright and full, making the purple flowers seem translucent.

“No. After my mam died in childbed, my brother, Willie, died of a fever as well. I’ve never thought to leave Lallybroch and no’ help. I went to school each day, down in the village wi’ my sister, but ‘tis only because of my godfather moving here permanently that I feel alright wi’ going away now.”

And even then, in a few years, he would be right back here. He was a good man, a good son, and I found myself, for the first time, longing for that sort of feeling. To know that I could go anywhere and always come home.

“I’m sorry that you’ve lost so much, Jamie. I do think following your mother’s list is beautiful. Perhaps I could even help you plan, tell you where to go in each place that’s especially worth seeing?”

His grin at me was broad and I couldn’t help but return it.

“Aye, that would be verra kind of ye, Sassenach.” I supposed I had a new nickname, and I couldn’t find a reason to dislike it coming from his mouth. As we walked through the heather, his free hand grazed along the flowers before speaking again. “My da told me a wee bit about ye, that ye live a nomadic life. Has it always been you and yer uncle, then?”

I could tell he was curious but trying not to be blatantly nosey, and I reached to pat his arm both in reassurance and so that he would stop and we could sit on an old stone wall that cut across the field. Once settled, I crossed my legs at the ankles and braced my hands on either side of me. “My parents died when I was a very little girl, and my Uncle Lamb took me in, rather than have me shipped away to a boarding school in the mountains.” I thought back, to the first time I’d slept in my new (temporary) home. Everything had felt so cluttered with books and papers; it felt claustrophobic, and the bed hadn’t been mine. I could still remember lying awake until, eventually, my uncle began his nighttime ritual which included smoking his pipe. The smell had wafted to my nose and been such a reminder of home, that I’d fallen right asleep.

Jamie reached out to cover my hand and pulled me out of my thoughts. “Ye’ve lost too much as well then,” he said in understanding, but not pity.

“I suppose I have. But I can’t really remember my mother the way you remember yours.” I didn’t know how to explain it, that I’d spent more of my life without parents than with. It didn’t truly feel as though there was anything to mourn when I was raised by someone I loved and lived a life others envied. “I just mean, I don’t miss as much because there wasn’t enough time for me to make cohesive memories.” I had a sinking feeling I was making myself sound like a terrible person, but Jamie surprised me.

“Aye, I understand ye, Sassenach. Ye never had cause to truly be sad and lived happily. Ye dinna need to worry about that, ‘tis genuine.”

Without even realizing it, he’d soothed a quiet voice in the back of my mind and I couldn’t help but scoot a bit closer to him. When my hand drifted to rest on his leg, the rough fabric beneath my fingers reminded me of something I’d wanted to ask. “Do you and your father, your godfather, always wear kilts?”

“Aye, we do. Once the ban on them was lifted a couple centuries ago, it became a custom of the men left in the Fraser clan to wear them. And so, we’ve always upheld the tradition. There are times that call for trousers, but ‘tis my kilt I’ll wear on my travels as well.”

He was a proud Highlander; it was clear he would bleed for Scotland through and through. “I like that. The spirit of keeping your traditions alive, honoring your ancestors who fought and died on this land,” I murmured as I leaned into Jamie. The sounds of night were all around us, various insects coming to life somewhere beneath our feet, which dangled from the wall.

“May I ask ye a question, Sassenach?” Jamie asked, turning his head just enough that the words fell into my hair.

“Of course,” I responded, my speech lazy and unhurried to end the conversation and thus the walk with Jamie. So far, it seemed the attraction was mutual on both sides, and I decided to let the evening --and conversation-- go where it would.

“Do ye think in the future, our paths could cross on our travels? I ken ye said you’ll be going to nursing school, but after that, perhaps.”

I looked up at him in surprise. “You would want to travel with me?” I asked. Wasn’t the point of a young man traveling (before settling down) to experience life on his own, sow oats, and make memories, as it were?

“Who better a companion than someone who’s likely seen every place on my mam’s list? Besides, something tells me she wouldna want me to do it alone. She’d want me to bring someone along.”

I smiled softly and pulled back so I could look at him fully. “You would wait until I finished school?”

“Oh, aye. Two of those years, I’ll be finishing school myself, so that’s no’ a problem, Sassenach. And after that, I can do a bit of traveling wi’ Ian before circling back to London for ye.”

He already had a well-thought-out plan, and I stared at him in shock and amusement. “How long have you been coming up with this?”

There was only a small pause, small enough that I noticed it before Jamie spoke again, the tips of his ears turning a lovely shade of red. “Since I saw ye in the window, staring.”

His confession made my stomach twist in a way that made me tense in some sort of anticipation. Of what, I wasn’t sure. “Jamie, you should do some traveling alone, too. Experience things at your own pace for a while.”

“I will, there will be time for it when Ian and I part ways. He’s promised to Jenny, ye ken? So he’ll be coming back here to wed her I suppose, and after the wedding, I’ll have time enough to travel on my own.” He had a plan for every part of this and looked at me in expectation.

I couldn’t deny that the idea thrilled me. I wanted to know more about Jamie, I wanted to never stop talking with him. Already I missed the warmth of being pressed into the crook of his body. I’d never dated seriously before now and I suddenly understood why: it was supposed to feel like this. Nothing ever had before. I found myself agreeing before thinking any further on the matter.

“All right, Jamie. When I’m done with school, we’ll meet in London, and then go to Greece. Together.” Saying it made me smile; I’m sure it looked a bit crazed, because that’s how I felt making long-term plans with a man I’d only met hours ago. Still, I rationalized, for four years we would be slowly getting to know one another.

Taking hold of my hand, Jamie kissed the back of it. “Then it’s settled. I’ll wait for ye, Sassenach.”

We held one another’s gaze for a while, before the sound of Uncle Lamb calling for me from the house slowly filtered into my ears. For the most part, he knew I was a wanderer, but he was still protective of me in some ways, knowing I’d wandered with a boy.

“Come, Sassenach,” Jamie offered, standing and reaching out. He didn’t offer his arm this time, but his hand.

Smiling, I lowered myself to the ground before reaching out for him, tangling our fingers gladly. We seemed to fit together and walked leisurely back to his home. We let go of one another once we were within viewing distance, but exchanged sly looks as we walked through the archway. Moving toward Lamb, I kissed his cheek.

“You really should go on a walk of the property, Uncle. It’s beautiful.”

“Oh, yes,” he’d agreed. “And moreso in the daylight, I’m sure.”

His comment made my cheeks flush a bit and I was glad it was likely too dark to see. Once inside, the four of us were soon joined by Jenny and Ian, and we all enjoyed a dram of whisky. I listened as Brian regaled us all with a story about Jenny getting stuck in a tree and Jamie having to bribe her down with sweets. It was the sort of memory I lacked; one filled with playing with another child. I had no siblings, and it was always difficult to make friends as a young girl, traveled as we were.

Eventually, I could no longer hold my eyes open, and when I jerked awake after briefly nodding off, Jamie was looking at me, features soft.

“I could walk ye to your room if ye’d like,” he offered.

Deciding it was likely for the best, I bid my uncle and our company goodnight before letting Jamie lead the way upstairs. I fell into step beside him as we walked down the hallway, admiring portraits along the walls as we went. Outside of my door was a portrait of a woman with hair as red as Jamie’s.

“Your mother?” I guessed, my fingers hovering over the canvas, not touching.

“Aye,” he confirmed with a soft smile. “A self-portrait. She did all of them,” he explained, gesturing down the hall.

“She was an incredibly talented woman, Jamie,” I breathed out in genuine admiration. Pulling my eyes away from the portrait, I opened my bedroom door before turning to face him. “Thank you for your company this evening.” I wasn’t sure what else to say, but I hated that it sounded so formal. I hoped to remedy that by reaching for his hand, holding onto him again.

We locked eyes, and for a moment he let go of my hand, only to cradle it in his before tracing the lines of my palm with his fingers. I didn’t know what it was that made my heart tighten in my chest, but it also made my lips part and the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

“Ye’re sae bonny, Sassenach,” he murmured then, fingers dragging along my life line. “And delicate.”

“I’m not made of glass,” I managed, swallowing heavily.

His eyes flicked to mine, and then he smiled, full of warmth, before raising my hand to his lips and bowing his head to kiss it. He lingered for beats longer than typical before letting me go.

“Goodnight, Sassenach.”

I felt myself reach behind me to grip the doorknob in an effort to keep from falling over.

“Goodnight, Jamie.”

I watched him smile one more time before walking down the hall and disappearing into his own room. I only had one thought as I stepped into my own quarters and shut the door behind me.

He’d picked a hell of a time to be a perfect gentleman.

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Glee - S1 E6 (Vitamin D)

They call it vitamin D for the whole thing but wasn’t it just a component for some really hard drug??? We love the bullshit

The millionth step ball change... And we’re only 6 episodes in

Mr Schue just said “Maybe so” and now all I can think of is the gif meme thing

heheheheheheh.......Sorry. Funny youtube. 

Sign #27 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: He’s eating that sandwich in the GROSSEST WAY POSSIBLE. He’s chewing with his mouth open, breathing really loud, talking with his mouthful, and he’s clearly being messy about it because there’s mustard all over his chin!!! How is Emma crushing on this dweeb

Sign #28 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: When Emma says he’s got a “cute Kirk Douglas chin dimple” (barf) he doesn’t say, hey! Maybe don’t flirt with me, I’m married!

I’m genuinely starting to feel ill whenever I have to just look at Mr Schue...

Everybody trying to learn their choreo and they’re just.... Spinning. Kurt’s about to fall over, Matt and Mike are bumping into each other, and Brittany’s just Tasmanian Devil-ing her way across the room. Love em

Brittany completely ignoring Artie’s high-five and him being like “oh-- okay...” is underrated

Matt Morrison just delivered “simply stopped trying” really weirdly. I don’t know what’s throwing me off about it, but it is

You’re right, Sue. Bones won’t grow properly without fear. AND EMMA’S BLOUSE IS INSANE

“I don’t understand how lightning is in competition with an above-ground swimming pool” You’re RIGHT KURT and you SHOULD SAY IT! Bears and sharks aren’t in competition either! Call out post for Mr Schue: The man knows NOTHING of the most basic ecology!

The look Quinn gives Finn when he yawns... Let my mans nap!!!

Kurt did his best to get to the girl’s side. Can you fucking blame him? Puck’s still an asshole to him as far as we all know!

Santana and Brittany just casually linking arms... Be still my beating heart

Kurt just walking along with Finn to football practice... Look at those brothers go!!! I am ignoring Puck

Ohh Sue’s journal... A wonderful character

You’re right, Sue, Will Schuester IS to blame for the world’s problems. Please do destroy the man

“I’ve always thought the desire to procreate showed deep personal weakness” Got ‘em

And thus begins the saga of Sue pushing problem people down the stairs. I’m not saying she should do that to Mr Schue... I’m just saying, why doesn’t she?

If Will wasn’t flirting with Emma, he wouldn’t get all nervous and upset when his wife turns up. Them’s the facts.

Does Terri know about Emma’s germophobia...? Because if so, it’s probably not cool for Will to have told her that. Unless Sue did, but I wouldn’t put it past him

As if they could get away with hiring a random unqualified woman as a school nurse?

Is “route” really pronounced like that......? Huh

Finn getting Biofreeze in his eye will forever be hilarious.

LEVEL 2!!!

I hate hats. I don’t know why, but I do. And I want Kurt to live his best life, but man, I hate that hat

Cory Monteith really got paid to drool. Goals

“Puck, with respect, you’re more helpful when you don’t contribute” Tell him, Artie!!!

Everybody making fun of Quinn :C Britt, you’re better than this!!

People (I’m people) can hate on Rachel all they want but this scenario is one example of her actually working harder than anybody else in the group. Yes, the solos should be shared more equally, but it’s hard to be mad at her when the others are claiming her ideas as their own and sitting around when they should be rehearsing. Except Brittany! She’s stretching, at least, love her

Terri let him NAP. WITHOUT DRUGS.

Finn’s having some serious mental health concerns but he’s not getting what he needs and I hate it. Help him!!!

Why does Terri care if Finn’s not faithful? Like, yeah, he should be, but it’s not going to affect the baby!

Surely if she took those pills for ALL of high school, they would’ve lost their effect after a while?

God I love high Finn. He just CHUCKED Matt outta that chair. 

Puck knows what’s up. Kurt thinks it’s vitamin C, because Vogue said so, and Iove him. He also looks SO weirded out

Terri gave him a whole BOX huh?

Time for season 1′s best mash-up. I love this so much. They’re all going so HARD and Finn looks like his eyes are about to pop right out. The way he’s rubbing the mic... How could they not tell he was off his face???

MIKE’S SINGING. MIKE’S SINGING BACK UP AND NOBODY’S WINCING. Glee has no continuity confirmed

I feel like I shouldn’t find this performance cute because they’re all meant to be high as shit BUT THEY’RE JUST SO EXCITED???

Kevin McHale bumps every song features in up by at least 2 letter grades and that’s just a fact

LET MIKE CHANG DANCE!!!! LET HIM DANCE FOREVER HE DESERVES SO MUCH

I would say the same for Matt but then I’ll get sad about him being dumped into the void in like 16 episodes time

Oh Rachel worrying about Quinn... Be still my gay heart

Rachel just cuts right through her bullshit without hesitating for a second. She knows what it’s like to feel like the odd one out and she’s doing the absolute most to make sure Quinn doesn’t feel that way and I love her for it

The way Quinn slowly turns to face her... And Rachel says they don’t have to be enemies and Quinn can’t understand why Rachel would offer her a second chance... 

Quinn legit draws porn of Rachel it’s canon. I mean it’s fucked up but there are only so many reasons a person would do that

“I would’ve tortured you if the roles were reversed you know” “I know” And then the way she watches Rachel walk away... My HEART

Ken and Terri, the power duo of awful

“Laughing... Talking... All the stuff she never does with me” I hate it. They suck. Emma is a dumbass for agreeing to date a guy who she just genuinely doesn’t like and Ken’s just an ASSHOLE for bullying her into it

And now Ken’s about to propose because he’s being bullied into it. Why the fuck does this happen?

I don’t buy that Rachel took this long to berate all the girls for not prepping their mash-up harder after the boys killed theirs. She’d be right on that

Kurt I love the waistcoat and the bowtie but WHAT is happening on your ELBOWS.

You really wanted those guys in cornrows, Kurt? None of them have the length for it. ALSO I love that the exotic bird feathers thing comes back next season 10/10

F-ROD!!! GO OFF RACHEL!!! Even if Finn doesn’t know what half these words mean!

Rachel really wakes up with flawless hair, huh! And then she just... Does all that. She never stops being extra...

Did they just start walking in the opposite direction?

I feel like it’s dumb that Rachel doesn’t just tell Mr Schue that they all took pills, but it’s more in character for her to not waste an opportunity to perform anyway

Howard Bamboo,totally unqualified man who absolutely isn’t staff, is just allowed on campus to deliver DRUGS? HELLO???

Quinn only gets folic acid... And yet I’m pretty sure she manages to keep up with everybody else. HOW?

“What’s up with Ken?” [FRANTIC PAPER SHREDDING] 

I don’t care how married you are, no person should lick another person’s face

I can physically feel the awkwardness between Will and Terri. JUST DIVORCE ALREADY

Don’t like ya Will but you’re right, shit’s not healthy if there’s no space!

Imagine proposing in the staff room at work just because a random woman told you to

“Emma Pilsbury, this is not an engagement ring” “Oh thank god--” “No, I mean, it is” Just take the L, Ken

AND ALSO ANGELS!!!

Quinn’s so fucking concerned. I love this

I usually don’t like yellow clothes but these girls make it look so dang CUTE. More pastels plz

Again, I have no idea how pregnant Quinn is keeping up at all...

HALOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Kurt’s wearing those blocky shades so the boys can’t see his betrayal

Where the hell did this mock-stage set up come from

“We came up with the idea together!” No... Will, that was Sue. Sue gave you the idea

Emma’s pretty much explicitly told Will she’s only marrying Ken because Will won’t be with her. EVERYBODY SUCKS

This argument between Terri and Emma is a nightmare. The most confrontational person VS the least... I’d fucking evaporate if Terri came at me like that

The way Emma’s voice shakes when she tells Terri that Will deserves better... Ouchie

Quinn is just adorable. Diana made this character, and she did such an amazing job... She’s more empathetic than she lets anybody realise

The fact that Terri won’t even help this TEENAGE GIRL pay for the baby that she’ll eventually adopt is a nightmare. Where do you expect her to get the cash from?

Wanting to get married without being married is kind of a mood... Secret marriage

BEING A PUSHOVER WHEN IT COMES TO YOU DOESN’T MAKE HIM A GOOD MAN

Finn and Rachel both realising they screwed up is perfect. 

Finn continuing to not know what any words mean is also perfect

This is a cute Rachel moment actually... Yes girl compete WITH your friends!!! You’re a team!!!!

Ahh, methamphetamines! That’s what it was. Yeah, fuck Terri

I’m still looking at Matt Morrison’s lips and trying to figure out if he’s had fillers. They just curl too far!!!

Mr Schue being called out for making things too competitive - fine, I guess. Bringing in SUE to rectify that...??? Hello? Figgins?

Those white jeans are a LOOK Kurt. He’s like a twink Steve Jobs rn

Britt and Santana’s little smiles at each other when Sue’s announced as co-captain... Hell yeah future wives

I’d like to think Will’s upset about Emma marrying Ken for the right reasons (i.e. Ken’s an asshole) but we been knew he’s not. He’s looking at her like he’s just been shot

AIN’T NOTHIN GONNA BREAK MY STRIDE! NOBODY GONNA SLOW ME DOWN! OH NO, I’VE GOT TO KEEP ON MOVIN!

I really just love how stupid this show is! It makes no god damn sense and I fall for it every time!