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saintobio · 10 months ago

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sincerely yours. (12)

↳ gojou satoru/reader

when a twist of fate led their marriage to the path of a quintessential tragic romance, two past lovers go through another series of experiences on love, heartbreak, identity, illness, and trauma along the road to a happily ever after.

genre. heavy angst, amnesia, modern au, 18+

tags/warnings. depression, mentions of cheating, trauma, implied suicide attempt, toxic relationships, illnesses

notes. 11k wc. finally. i wrote this with only one eye open so please don't mind the inconsistencies, i'm trying my best to tie any loose ends before we reach the ending. if the writing feels rushed, it’s bcos i’m just ready to wrap up this series 😭

series masterlist -> episode thirteen

You thought everything that had happened last night was just a dream.

Because you had gotten used to the constant disappointments and vicissitudes of your life, sharing such domestic bliss with the person you loved had started to feel far-fetched for you. It had become an unachievable fantasy, a colorful delusion created by your mind to conceal the actual darkness of pain that surrounded it.

But as you opened your eyes that morning, the familiar warmth of a sleeping Satoru’s embrace was the reality you never saw coming. The steady rise and fall of his chest, the comfort of his arms around you, it all felt surreal—like a fragile dream teetering on the edge of shattering. You wondered if it would be okay to stay here for now. To forget about the rest of the damn world and remain in his arms, staring at his beautiful saintly face, listening to his slow and steady heartbeat.

When Satoru stirred from his sleep, you knew your daydream was over. But he was pulling you dangerously close with arms wrapped around your frame and his lips pressed against your forehead. He was only half-awake, it seemed. His long white lashes reminded you of Sachiro’s as you watched him mumble incoherent words from his sleep, something along the lines of, ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘Akemi’.

That was your cue to pull yourself away from him. With guilt now coursing through your body, you sat up from bed and covered your naked body with the duvet. Akemi. You had completely abandoned the thought of Akemi last night, and now you were here in bed with ‘supposedly’ her man. As much as your heart was in bliss from last night’s events, the dark and cold reality was that you slept with a man who wasn’t yours. It was a principle you told yourself you would never cross, but everything concerning Satoru Gojou seemed to be bringing you to that.

“Satoru, hey.” Your voice almost came out as a plea as you shook his arm, your guilt eating at you with every minute that passed. “Wake up.”

His eyelashes fluttered as he struggled to open his eyes, blinded by the sunlight that gleamed through the window as he stretched his arms and looked at you. “Y/N?” he softly whispered, a hand tenderly placed on your back as he scooted closer. “What’s wrong?”

Slight disbelief blanketed your gaze. “You think this isn’t wrong?”

Satoru let out a sigh of exasperation, pulling his head back, and covering his eyes with a hand as if last night’s events played through his mind scene to scene. He was obviously caught in a mindwreck thinking about the girl he had just cheated on. “It shouldn’t be,” he mumbled, “But it feels like it.”

“So you do regret it,” you laughed at your own words, internally in pain.

“I didn’t say that.” He finally pulled himself back up, sitting as he pulled you towards him. “Y/N, if we really thought last night was wrong, we would have stopped after the first time.” He shook his head at the irony. “Look, it’s on me, alright? I put you in this situation.”

“And I allowed it,” you argued, “I allowed it, Satoru. It makes me feel dirty. I feel like, like I’m wrecking someone else’s home. It’s not me.”

Satoru held his breath, a look of hesitation dawning on his face as he realized that this wasn’t just a dream of his. It was pure and raw reality that he had made a mistake that he could never undo. While thinking it through, he rubbed his eyes and sat up, leaning against the headboard as he assessed the situation. Then, he looked at you, his expression softening as he spoke, “No, not your fault. It’s just complicated,” he insisted, “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m the one who owes ‘Kemi an apology.”

Each time you heard her nickname from him was a punch to your gut. And each silent cuss that left his lips was an arrow to your heart. So you put it on yourself to accept his reaction. “It’s okay. You can be honest and say last night was a mistake.”

“No, no, no. I didn’t say that,” he replied quickly, reaching out to take your hand.

But you already stood up from the bed, clutching the duvet around your body like a shield against the encroaching chill. Your throat felt tight, and tears threatened to spill, but you fought to keep them at bay. Satoru’s gaze followed you with an expression of helplessness, as if he was struggling to bridge the gap between his rights and wrongs.

As you turned to face him, a knot of frustration and heartache tangled within you. “So, what now?” you asked, trying your hardest to keep your composure. “How are we gonna fix this, Satoru? How?”

Before he could answer, the door to the cabin suddenly burst open, and Akemi stood in the doorway with her eyes wide with shock and fury. The confrontation followed as soon as she caught you in a compromising position with Satoru, and the words she uttered next were ones you least expected from her.

“You’re a hypocrite! You’ve become the person you despised the most when you were married.”

“You’re no better than Sera! And that’s why you’re miserable, and you’ll forever be miserable! If this is your way of getting back at me..”

“Then jokes on you, because Satoru will never be faithful to you. He’ll keep cheating on you, just like he did now with me! You two belong in that cycle!”

You felt like an outsider in your own heartbreak, the confrontation intensifying as you tried to process the bitter truth in silence. All you could do was stand there and cry. Even Satoru’s attempts to placate Akemi were futile as her anger only seemed to grow. The more her eyes danced back and forth between you and her lover, the more she wanted to destroy everything in her path.

Satoru’s face was indiscernible from where you stood. “Akemi, please, just listen—”

Akemi, however, was already turning on her heel and storming back into her cabin while eliciting loud, muffled sobs. Your chest tightened with sorrow and shame. Complete, utter shame of doing this to another woman. How could you even correct a situation like this? How could you pick yourself back up after you just trampled on another woman’s feelings because of your actions?

Satoru, like you, hesitated on his next move, his eyes meeting yours with a look of anguish. “I need to talk to her, Y/N. I’ll be back.”

Without waiting for your response, he already bolted after her, leaving you alone in a quiet, pathetic state. The door slammed behind him, the sound reverberating through the cabin like thunder in a heavy storm.

You didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to face everyone, didn’t have the guts to even talk to Shoko and Suguru who now both have to deal with such scandals. You were too ashamed of yourself, as if your femininity had been stripped off its rights after you slept with the man you swore you would never get back with.

“I didn’t mean it,” you could only silently whisper your laments, pacing around your cabin while swallowing the weakness that tried to escape. “I hate this.”

The minutes dragged on, and each second stretched into an eternity as you waited for Satoru’s return. For now, you sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, wondering what excuse he was telling Akemi, and what actions he would do to try and calm her down. Did he kiss her, perhaps? Did he cup her face and tell her that you were nothing but a mistake? What was taking him so long? Or were they doing things to try and erase the same deeds you two did last night?

The cacophony of voices and commotion from outside the cabin grew louder, and your curiosity led you to open your door, meeting the eyes of one of the hotel staff who sent you a look full of judgment.

“Where’s…” you hesitated if she was the right person to ask, “Where’s Satoru? Would you know?”

“Oh, ma’am. He already left the hotel half an hour ago… with Miss Akemi.”

Her answer hit you hard like a truck on a highway. And your heart dropped as you realized who became The Fool in these deck of cards. Satoru had not only run off after Akemi, but had also left you behind without a word.

The room felt colder now, the once-intimate sanctuary you shared with your ex-husband now a prison of your own grief. Even the familiar warmth of the bed seemed like a distant memory as you approached it, your body trembling as you thought of how you were treated like a dirty rag, thrown away after being used over and over again.

With a soft, choked sob, you collapsed onto the bed, the duvet still a tangled mess from earlier. And your emotions, so tightly restrained, finally broke free. You pulled the blanket around you as if it could shield you from the crushing pain. The betrayal, the sense of being discarded for another—it all converged into a torrent of anguish. All you could do was cling to the duvet as if it were the only anchor in a stormy sea.

——

Returning home didn’t make the situation any better.

Although you tried to tell yourself that you shouldn’t be waiting on Satoru to contact you, you still found yourself checking your phone multiple times a day. Each second that passed without hearing from him was another stab to your heart. But it shouldn’t feel like that. It shouldn’t, not when Satoru clearly made his choice of choosing yet another woman over you.

Of course, you knew what you did was wrong. In everyone’s eyes, sleeping with someone else’s man was unforgivable. There was no excuse, no way to justify your actions. Even if some people might side with you, saying you owed no one loyalty, it didn’t change how you felt about the whole situation. And that was because you remembered all too well the pain of being cheated on, and letting another woman endure the same heartbreak and betrayal was a weight on your conscience that you couldn’t ignore.

Sighing, you turned to the left side of the bed and saw Sachiro sleeping peacefully, clutching his favorite starfish plushie in his tiny arms. The thought of losing your son was unbearable, especially when he was your only source of calm amid the chaos that surrounded you. Caring for him was your solace, and his innocent presence served as a band-aid for your wounded heart. The most heart-wrenching part of this was knowing you couldn’t even repay him for the stability he brought you. Sachiro deserved a complete family to enrich his life, yet you—as his own biological mother—were unable to give him that.

“Sleep tight, Sachi.” You lightly stroked his white hair before planting a soft kiss on his cheek. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

The past few weeks had been a blur of emotions, work, and parenting—with each day blending into the next like a tornado of dull colors. You still hadn’t heard from Satoru, but the days of waiting and checking your phone for any notification from him did gradually stop. The only thing that didn’t stop replaying in your head like a broken record was the cabin incident, the very night that drew all these overthinking in your mind and in your heart.

Returning to work did provide some distraction, but it didn’t take away the sting. It also didn’t help that your staff noticed the change in your demeanor, and how distracted you often were during your meetings and warehouse visits. Even Nobara was worried about how absentminded you had become, but you brushed off all their concerns with a forced smile. After all, staying at home would do you worse than being at work.

Now, you were back in your office, and the soft knock on the door cut you off from your trance. It was Yuki peeking through the small opening on your door, her usual professional demeanor softened by a concerned expression. “Hey, Y/N. Do you have a minute?” she asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind her with a quiet click.

You nodded, trying to muster a smile. “Sure, Yuki. What’s up?”

“I wanted to check in on you,” she began, taking a seat opposite your desk, “If you need to extend your vacation, please, by all means, go ahead. It’s off-season, anyway. I’ll take care of everything here while you’re focusing on yourself.”

That wasn’t really a good idea. And you shouldn’t be slacking off work when this very fashion house you establish used to be your passion, not your job. Yet here you were, losing all the inspiration to even run a business. “I don’t know if I have the energy for anything else right now.”

“Well, if you’re too worried about leaving work,” Yuki continued, her tone shifting to a more business-like note, “the progress we’ve made with Hearte is looking really promising. The new collection is getting great feedback, and our upcoming showcase is shaping up well. We’re on track for a strong quarter.”

“All because of you, Yuki.” A spark of gratitude appeared on your face. “Thanks for the update. It’s good to know things are moving in the right direction.”

She then stood up and gave you a reassuring smile. “I’m here if you need anything, Y/N. But seriously, take some time for yourself. You deserve it.”

On that same evening, you came home to your father’s mansion, and the first thing that greeted you when you entered the foyer was Gen sitting by the living room. And needless to say, her expression was a mix of concern and frustration as if she had been waiting for you to return. You weren’t really in the mood to have some back-and-forths with her, but you also didn’t like how she dropped her phone on the table and crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing at you like she was a mother who could scold you like a child.

“I’m not even gonna say anything at this point, but did you really do it with him?” Gen’s voice was low, but the disappointment was palpable. You could feel it from a few meters away.

“What are you talking about?” you bit back, your already-terrible mood swings shifting into an unhealthy direction.

Gen responded by pointing at her phone, gesturing for you to take a look at whatever’s on it. Reluctantly, you grabbed the device, and as you were scrolling through the screen, you stumbled upon a blind item circulating on social media. The words were vague but pointed, hinting at a scandalous encounter between two ex-spouses, both of whom were well-known figures. Great. Your heart stopped as you realized that the article was very much about you and Gojou.

The online comments were brutal, not like you weren’t used to anonymous harassment anyway, but these ones were full of speculating and judging without knowing the full story. Everyone also seemed to be siding with “Ms. A” instead of you as though the person behind the article was clearly trying to paint you as the villain. It was written for the purpose of destroying your reputation rather than any regular exposé, and whoever wrote it was definitely someone who disliked you.

Your shoulders slumped as you scrolled through hate comment after hate comment, a seemingly endless vitriol for someone they didn’t even know, and avoided your sister’s gaze knowing full well that seeing her expression would only make you feel worse.

“Is it true?” your sister asked like there was even an ounce of chance that it was simply a rumor. Unfortunately, it was anything but.

Sliding her phone back on the coffee table, you drew in a deep breath. “I can’t undo it, Gen. It happened.”

“So, you did sleep with him? Am I hearing this right?” Gen sighed, rubbing her temples. “Do you have any idea what this could do to you? To Sachiro? People are ruthless, and now this blind item is all over the place and they’re targeting you like a punching bag!”

Your mouth felt heavy, as if it was weighed down by an invisible burden, making it difficult to form words or speak. And before you could think of a response, Ian became your temporary savior as he walked in with a calm but serious mien. “I’ve seen the post,” he said, holding up his phone. “It’s clearly defamatory, and we can take legal action. I’ll handle it.”

Even though Ian was a man of remarkable phlegm, you remained abashed, knowing that everyone’s feasting at the juicy rumor that you slept with your ex-husband. Yet, the only thing you could do was to put on a front. To save face. To act like someone you’re not. “Thank you, Ian. I’d appreciate that.”

Anticipating another lecture from Gen about Satoru, you began retreating to your room with your footsteps bouncing desperately on the grand staircase. This conversation was done. You just weren’t there to hear it anymore. However, as you climbed the stairs with a vacant mind, you could still hear your sister calling out to you.

“Y/N!” she called, her voice now tinged with concern. “I’m not going to give you a hard time. We can sort this issue out. Maturely.”

“I’m good.” Sorry, Gen. It was the anxious-avoidant side of you speaking. You didn’t want to discuss such a sensitive situation to anyone, even with your sister, because you weren’t ready to face all the negativity it would put you through. You were already dealing with enough, and going through yet another emotional turmoil might actually put you to your deathbed at this point.

So, for now, isolating yourself from the world was the best choice.

And as soon as you entered your room, you saw Sachiro’s nanny tucking him into bed. All your worries and self-destructive thoughts vanished in an instant the moment you looked at your son. It was like the heavens gave you your personal angel, a cute little cherub who brought nothing but light and happiness to your life. He was your sunshine, your shooting star, your bundle of joy. Nothing in this world could erase the pessimist in you than little Sachiro.

“I got it from here.” You thanked the nanny and asked her to close the door before quickly joining your son in bed, wrapping him in a warm, comforting hug—more for your own comfort than his.

“Mama?” he asked, his voice unusually raspy, and his chest rising and falling heavily. “I mwiss you, mama!”

You pressed your lips onto his forehead. “I miss you too, my baby. How was daycare today?”

He seemed to struggle to speak too, but Sachiro still did his best to recount his day while he was trying to catch air in between his sentences. “Teacher ask Sachi to go home, mama. Sachi is tired.”

“Baby, are you okay? Are you sick?” Now, your motherly instincts kicked in immediately. You could tell something was wrong, so you reached for a thermometer from the bedside drawer to check his temperature, and listened to his breathing at the same time. “What happened to Sachi? Do you want Mommy to take you to the hospital?”

Sachiro shook his head and gave you a sleepy smile. “No, mama. Sachi is just sweepy.”

When the thermometer beeped, you were relieved to see that his temperature was normal. “Are you having trouble breathing, my sweetheart?” You looked into his droopy eyes and gently placed your hand on his chest.

Once again, Sachiro shook his head. Maybe you were just overthinking. He often ran around the house or played in the bathtub before bed, which could explain why he seemed out of breath. It wasn’t the first time it happened.

“Okay, Sachi. Go to sleep now. Close your eyes, baby.”

“Night night, mama.”

For now, you turned off the night lamp, and headed to the bathroom in silent and careful steps. It was quiet enough indeed, but in your head was an awful noise you couldn’t escape. And stepping into the shower only increased the warfare in your mind, as it immediately brought images of Satoru and Akemi back in the cabin, the harsh comments from the article, and the lack of contact from your ex-husband which all overwhelmed you at once. By now, he would have already seen that article. Nanami or Miwa might have already alerted him about it. But the fact that he said nothing, the fact that he let the public scrutinize you, destroy you with such vile, hurtful words behind their screens brought you a kind of pain that you wouldn’t wish upon anyone else.

Because if it was Akemi in that position, he would have defended her in a heartbeat.

So in your silence, under the cascading water of the shower, you let the tears flow—its warmth distinguishable compared to the cold droplets falling on you. If only you had successfully drowned yourself that night at the lake. If only Satoru didn’t pull you back in, none of this would have happened.

That moment was deeply poignant to you, and you saw him in a new light you thought you would never see again because of the darkness of your past. Yet, with the events that followed your special moment, memories eventually turned into spite. Your sweet exchange twisted into something bitter. Looking back at that time when he kissed you at the lake now made you feel nauseous and hollow inside, with bile forming on your throat and threatening to be retched.

The most gut-wrenching part about this was the fact that there wasn’t anyone left who could rescue you from this abyss of heartache anymore.

——

There had been a sense of detachment in your emotions in the following days that passed, almost as though they belonged to a stranger inhabiting your body. Toji, the only person who comforted you at times like these, was no longer by your side to fulfill the warmth you once desperately sought, and now you were alone to face this cruel, mind-numbing battle all by yourself. It was you against the world. You against the entire populace inhabiting this living hell. And with that many enemies against one, how could you win?

It was quite funny, actually, that your humor took a surprising turn when you thought of how Sera must have felt when it was revealed to the public that she was Satoru’s mistress. The irony didn’t even stop at your thoughts alone, it manifested itself outside Hearte’s headquarters, wearing a pink puffer jacket and a white prairie skirt.

“Sera?” you blurted out her name in wonder, nonplussed as you got out of the car to approach her.

“Hey, Y/N.” She offered a casual smile while carrying an air of sophistication around her. That wasn’t the only thing that changed about Sera. Her hair was also shorter than the last you saw her, her face now sporting a more natural makeup, and her outfit a more modest yet classy choice. It was no longer the Sera who tried hard to fit in amongst the upper echelon of society, but a Sera who seemed to be satisfied at her current standing in life.

What an awkward encounter. Was her presence your hypocritical reminder for sleeping with Satoru behind Akemi’s back?

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

And she answered with, “I read about what happened. You know, the thing on the internet.” She took a moment to pause, probably trying to choose the right words to say to her previous adversary. Because in a way, you two weren’t exactly friends. And you were no longer rivals either. Satoru was the only common denominator here, and Sera proved her exact sentiments about him by saying, “I just wanted to let you know that I understand your side. It’s a tough situation.”

You looked at her, searching for any hint of insincerity, but found none. “You were once on my spot,” you pointed out and gauged whether or not she would take the bait. For all you know, she could be putting on an act. “I’m assuming you’re here to rub it in my face how much of a hypocrite I am.”

“No, that’s not it.” Sera was vehemently denying any malice on her intentions, and was instead trying to show you the sympathy of a woman who was once caught in the same predicament. “Look, I know it’s weird that I’m here out of all people. But the truth is, I just had to let you know that someone’s on your side. I’ve met the girl, okay? That… whoever she is. I don’t remember her name, and I hate having to pit two women against each other, but I’m telling you it’s about time you cut Satoru off your life. Completely. She doesn’t look like someone who’d easily let go. You’re just gonna suffer, Y/N.”

Perhaps three years was too far back in your life and that tables could turn in a direction that you didn’t expect, as you could recall fragments of memories from when your only dilemma was dealing with Satoru and Sera in your marriage. She used to be besotted with your ex-husband back then. But now, it wasn’t until you heard the way she spoke about him that you realized she must be harboring a grudge deeper than you had imagined. After all, he did ruin her life in ways you couldn’t imagine. And her advice, though unsolicited, made sense. Because you could understand where she was going with it. You could see the true intentions clearly conveyed by her face.

The only problem here was that you didn’t have it in your heart to agree with her. You were too much of an empathic person to be taking sides, even if the supposed villain in this painting was the ex-husband who, time and time again, hurt you. Your heart stubbornly cared for Satoru deep down, and your wifely instinct of defending him no matter how poorly he acted had always been there. No one could hate Satoru more than you did, that was true, but you also weren’t very accepting of hearing others describe him as this ruthless, cheating bastard.

That was the reason why talking to Gen had eventually exhausted you. Because no one knew the real Satoru Gojou behind his facade of an irresponsible and reckless husband.

“Now that you’re here…” The idea to redirect the conversation to another topic struck you, unwilling to engage in a conversation that pushed Satoru in a bad light. “Would you be interested in being a model for our upcoming campaign? We’re launching a new collection, and I think you’d be perfect.”

Sera’s eyes were an amalgam of confusion and surprise. “Uh, I mean… I’d love to, but why so sudden?”

“You have the face for it.” You shrugged, but still sent a smile her way. “Are you working right now? If not, this could open doors for you to be discovered by modeling agencies. I’m closely tied with them since I work in the fashion industry, so I can do a few calls if you want.”

“Hold on, I’m—” Sera touched her head, laughing as if she were dreaming this conversation. “Y/N, you’re doing too much here. I mean, I’d obviously love that, but wouldn’t it be awkward? People know me as your ex-husband’s mistress, and if they recognize me in Hearte ads, I’m sure as hell those fuck ass netizens won’t stop talking about it.”

She had a point, a very good point, but then again, your suggestion was only brought up because you had to change the topic. “Well, it’s just an offer to consider in the future.”

“And I appreciate you always extending a hand to help me even if I did you wrong in the past,” she said, feelings of shame lacing her voice. “I haven’t forgotten about what you did for my brother, that’s why I’m here. I’m not your enemy anymore, Y/N.”

Just then, the roaring engine of a classic red Ferrari pulled up to the curb, interrupting the unexpected conversation you were having with your ex-husband’s former mistress. The window rolled down to reveal a pink-haired man whom you recognized as Ryomen Sukuna, an up and coming tech mogul, that Toji had mentioned about many times before. His eyes were only on one woman alone, and it wasn’t you. “Ready to go, babe?”

Honestly, good for Sera. No wonder her aura had become different. They seemed to be in a stable committed relationship, something that you could only ever dream about. If karma was truly real, this was the perfect example for it.

In the back seat, you spotted a younger boy who looked exactly like Sukuna and, surprisingly, Megumi, the son of your ex-fiancé. Really? How many more people were you going to ‘coincidentally’ run into today?

“Hello, miss!” the other boy called out cheerfully, while Megumi offered a polite nod. You replied with a wave, feeling a small sense of normalcy in their innocent presence.

“I gotta get going, Y/N,” excused Sera, gesturing a civil goodbye.

But as she moved to get into the car, your phone buzzed in your pocket. A single glance at the screen made your heart drop. It was a call from the hospital.

“Hello?” you answered almost immediately, pressing the phone on your ears with a tight push.

“Ms. Y/N, this is the hospital. Your son, Sachiro Gojou, is in the ICU. We need you to come as soon as possible.”

Your stomach contracted into a tight ball as you stood rigid with terror. Then and there, the world seemed to tilt on its axis. “Wh-What do you mean he’s in the hospital?!” you managed to shout, swept by horripilation from the sudden news. “What happened to my son?! What’s—!”

Sera’s concerned gaze met yours as you desperately yelled into the phone, hyperventilating. Your trembling hand was threatening to drop the phone. “Y/N, is everything okay?”

“My son… I… he…,” you stammered, your voice shaky with fear and urgency. Your muscles locked in a momentary paralysis, eyes wide with astonishment, and surprise rendering you immobile. The thought of Sachiro in a critical state was about to make you faint, with the last bits of images you saw that afternoon were of Sera and her boyfriend rushing to catch you from completely falling to the ground.

——

Megumi didn’t know how to deliver the bad news.

He came home after Yuuji’s brother rushed you to the hospital, shocked by everything that happened in a span of a single day. His mind was aching from all the thinking he was doing; praying that little Sachiro will be fine, hoping that you would stay strong throughout, and lastly, wondering how he would break it to his dad that something terrible had happened.

His father wasn’t exactly the greatest man to tread this Earth, especially not after the drunken words he had ‘mistakenly’ uttered to you that night in Miami that resulted in your separation. Yes, Megumi knew every word and detail. His father told him everything just as a sober man would. Did you really think that the Toji Zen’in you knew would sputter that utter nonsense to you? That you had an empty soul. That he couldn’t be with someone like you. That you would forever be a placeholder to Megumi’s mother. Bullshit. None of those were true. His father told him that the reason he had to say those words, as piercing and trenchant as they may be, was because it was the only way he could free you from being caged in a relationship your heart didn’t genuinely want.

It was Toji’s last resort to hurt you with his words, hoping that you would wake up from your false fantasy and finally have a reason to leave a relationship with a man that wasn’t Satoru Gojou. If Megumi’s father wasn’t at the top of the list of Forbes’ richest men in Japan, he would have felt a great deal of inferiority complex over a younger man like Gojou. Not because of his looks and his riches, but because he had you. No matter what Satoru did, no matter how many times he hurt you, he was and would always be that man you wanted to be with.

Sighing, Megumi’s first task upon coming home was to check on his father’s room, only to find the dark room void of its owner. When he made his way down the grand staircase, he met an ill-spirited Naoya who was ranting to Mai about Sera flaunting Sukuna in front of his face. Megumi’s sigh was then followed by another. The drama in this house was relentless. He felt like he was exhaling endlessly, like a malfunctioning appliance.

“Where’s dad?” asked Megumi, directing her question to a more rational Maki.

The tall, green-haired girl gave him a knowing shrug. “You already know,” she said, “Drowning himself in alcohol down at the bar.”

As always.

Megumi jogged around the estate to eventually find his father at one of the wet bars near his home office. He was there, seated on a stool, his head drooping low with a glass of premium scotch in hand. How many glasses he’d had, Megumi could only hope the numbers weren't that high. But upon approaching his father, his presence was barely acknowledged as he sat on the stool next to him, suggesting that the grown man might be more inebriated than his son had expected.

“Dad,” spoke the Zen’in heir, “Dad, you good?”

Toji lifted his head up, three sheets to the wind, as a smile crept up on his scarred lips. “Son.”

“Let me take that.” Megumi grabbed a hold of the glass of scotch, sliding the strong liquor away from his father. “There’s something I ought to tell you.”

Toji stayed nonchalant, sitting upright and tapping his fingers on the counter. “What’s it about this time?” he asked. “I’ve told you, I can’t stop the elders from arranging your marriage unless you’re honest with me about someone you like. I know you have someone in mind, but you’re not saying who. Are you just shy?”

Megumi gave his father a look of exasperation. He’s rambling, he thought, frustrated with his father’s inebriated chattering. “It’s not about that. It’s about Y/N-san.”

The mention of your name was the only thing that made Toji's demeanor shift to one of genuine concern. “What happened?”

“Sachi’s in a critical condition,” the younger Zen’in went straight to the point, “Y/N-san went manic over it and fainted before we could get her to the hospital.”

Toji was quick to grab his coat and car keys, as if all the alcohol in his system had immediately evaporated. But before he could leave, Megumi caught his father’s arm and pulled him back.

“What?” said Toji, concern and urgency blanketing his gaze. “I need to be with her.”

“Do you really need to?” Megumi countered. “Dad, I know it’s not right for me to stop you in this crucial situation, but are you gonna do this every time she’s in trouble? Do you plan to do this forever? Do you plan to keep drowning yourself in alcohol thinking about her? We care for her like family, that’s true, but you and her aren’t a thing anymore. Your responsibilities in taking care of her should stop, too. You, yourself, said it’d be best if she stopped being reliant on you. Now, do yourself a favor and stop trying to be this pathetic superhero.”

The concern etching on Tojis’s face softened into a sense of realization, a sense of candidness that only someone as straightforward as his own son could evoke. Megumi had to, not because he didn’t care for you anymore, but because he had to ensure he wouldn’t lose his father over a relationship that had already ended. Toji was the only real family Megumi had left.

“Stay, dad,” he pleaded, “Please.”

Toji took a deep breath and released it in the same second. “Okay,” he softly said, ruffling his son’s hair. “I won’t leave.”

——

Why is it that you keep attracting things, places, and people that you disliked the most?

You hated hospitals, and you had spoken about it enough to make it clear how much you dreaded going to a place where your worst memories had taken root. Yet, the sterile environment seemed to beckon you, dragging you back with a new nightmare each time. It was beyond your worst fears that you would find yourself racing through the halls mere minutes after regaining consciousness, desperately trying to reach where your son was.

Please be okay. Please be okay.

Frantically, you scanned the corridors, searching for the ICU and hoping that what you had just heard was nothing more than a cruel illusion, that this was all just a nightmare. You weren’t a deeply devout person, but you did send prayers to every saint you could think of, hoping that Sachiro’s current state wasn’t in the median between life and death.

Because if you lost your son, then there was no point in living anymore. This life wouldn’t be worth enduring.

“Y/N!”

You weren’t the first one to arrive outside the pediatric ICU, with Gen and your father already being there moments before you came. You were struggling to breathe by the time you reached them, feeling your heart race with a thunderous beat. “Gen… Dad, what h-happened to him?” You couldn’t stop the weakness in your voice. “Tell me he’s fine, please. Please. My baby. If anything h-happens to him, I’m g-gonna die, Gen! I c-can’t h-have that!”

Gen quickly enveloped you in a tight embrace, trying to offer any form of comfort she could. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Dad and I are just as shocked.” She held you closer, her voice trembling as she, too, was just as anxious as you. “Sachi refused to eat and complained about having a hard time breathing. He was so pale and his lips were blue. We knew we had to rush him to the hospital immediately.”

“Oh my God.” Your hand flew to your mouth, trying to stifle the uncontrollable cries that were escaping. The news of Sachiro developing cyanosis shattered your heart, and the crushing reality that you weren’t there to take care of him tore you apart. “My baby, no. No, no. H-He—”

“Y/N!”

Out of breath and also visibly shaken was the father of your son, Satoru, who came running to your side the moment his eyes landed on you. Behind him was his mother, clutching a rosary in her hand as both of them were seemingly shell-shocked in the same magnitude as you and your family were. Everyone cared for Sachiro’s well-being, everyone prayed for his safety, and the thought of losing an angel like your son was a soul-crushing thought that sent you slipping into a chasm of suffering.

“Wh-What happened to Sachi?” Satoru asked in desperation, his question raised to everyone in the vicinity—you, your family, the nurses. But no one could give him a decent answer. “Please, tell me my son’s alright. Tell me.”

You watched him walk in circles, raking his fingers through his hair as if he was seeking anything to hold onto. And you, feeling that magnet that pulled you closer to him, broke away from Gen’s embrace to look at your son’s father. “Satoru…”

“Y/N,” his voice cracked as he met your gaze, “Our son.” He stopped, ready to wrap you in a hug—a moment of solace you both desperately needed in this critical time. But just as he pulled you close in a fragile attempt to find comfort together, the door to the ICU swung open, abruptly ending the brief respite.

All of you immediately rushed over to the doctor, the sterile white walls and the distant hum of hospital machinery did nothing to calm the turmoil inside you.

“Doctor, how’s he?”

“How’s my grandson, doc?”

“Doc, my son, is he okay?”

“Is he stable, doc?”

“Doctor, how’s my son, please?” you asked, your body growing tense to the point of shaking.

The doctor took a deep breath, his expression serious amidst the fusillade of questions thrown at him. “We’re currently running a series of tests on the patient. We suspect Sachiro may have congenital heart disease, specifically a ventricular septal defect with associated pulmonary hypertension.”

No, it can’t be. It’s not possible! The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You struggled to process the information, your vision blurring with tears and your heart drumming a rapid staccato inside. You didn’t need to look at everyone to know that they all, for a moment, looked at you. “Heart disease? But… how? I didn’t think—”

“Can you explain more, doc? Please.” Gojou was desperate, his bright blue eyes now dull and severely clouded with a brewing storm. It was as if he was keeping himself from crying.

The doctor continued gently, “VSD is a condition where there’s a hole in the heart’s ventricular septum. It can lead to pulmonary hypertension, which means the blood pressure in the lungs is elevated. It’s a serious condition, but we’re doing everything we can to assess the extent and provide the best treatment.”

“N-No, oh God. My baby.” You felt your knees go weak, and you sank down against the wall, with more tears cascading down your cheeks like waterfall. The weight of the diagnosis was crushing, but the hardest part was realizing that this was something you had unknowingly passed on to Sachiro. The heart disease was inherited from you and had now manifested in your beloved son.

It’s my fault. It’s my fault!

The doctor placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “We’ll keep you updated as soon as we have more information. Please, try to stay calm, Y/N. It’s not best for your heart to panic right now. Sachiro is in good hands.”

You were unable to speak through the sobs that wracked your body. The hospital corridor felt endless, and you couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt and helplessness that consumed you. You could feel all eyes on you, judging, harboring hatred, carrying deep-rooted resentment. You were torn apart by the knowledge that the very thing you had feared most was now a reality for your son.

“It’s… It’s my fault,” you sobbed, covering your face with your quivering hands, “This is all my fault. I gave it to Sachiro, I… I’m a terrible mother!”

Gen knelt beside you, her hands gripping your shoulders with a firm yet gentle touch. “Y/N, stop it. This is not your fault. You didn’t choose this for Sachiro.”

Your father, who had been pacing anxiously nearby, joined in. “Your sister’s right. You’re blaming yourself for something beyond your control. We’re all here for you. We’ll figure this out.”

But amidst your familial exchange, Satoru stood nearby, frozen and listless. His silence only added to the overwhelming distress. Was he also blaming you for what Sachiro was going through right now? Was he also angry at you for putting his son into this critical situation?

Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the commotion—voice that was equally harsh and spiteful. It was Satoru’s mother, boring her fiery eyes into your skull as she opened her mouth. “That’s right! You’re self-aware, aren’t you?” she spat and stood rigidly, arms crossed defensively over her chest. “This is all your fault. You’re such an irresponsible mother! You can’t even take care of my grandson properly, and now you’ve passed your disease onto him!”

You looked up in shock, seeing Satoru’s mother standing there with a disdainful expression. The sting of her words felt like a knife twisting in your heart, because they were true. They were painful, yes, but they were true. And all you could do was lower yourself until you were sitting on your haunches, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

“Excuse me?!” Gen stood up, her eyes blazing with anger that came from the deepest pits of hell. “You’re unbelievable, Auntie. How dare you speak to my sister like that! You have no right to blame her for this. I hope to God it was you in the ICU right now instead of Sachiro!”

“You…!”

Satoru’s mother raised a hand to slap Gen, but your father stepped forward, his face a mix of disbelief and indignation. “This is despicable. How can you stand here and say such things to someone who’s already suffering? Weren’t you friends with my wife once?”

Satoru, who had been standing still, suddenly moved with a menacing calm. His face was hard as stone, and his eyes narrowed in anger. What was scarier was him approaching his mother with a threatening stance. “Are you really this pathetic, mother?” Satoru questioned with a cold, cutting tone. “Do you get off on making Y/N suffer? Do you think you’ve gotten away with slapping her behind my back? You don’t get to blame Y/N for anything. Any fucking thing!”

His mother’s eyes widened in shock, but she tried to defend herself at the ruthless stance her son was carrying. All of you were stunned at the realization of how Satoru resembled his cruel father at that moment. “B-But Satoru, my son—”

“Shut up!” Satoru cut her off, his voice harsh and unforgiving, before he threw his cold knuckles against the hard surface of the concrete wall. “I don’t want to see your face ever again! Don’t consider yourself my mother any longer, you witch. You’ve lost that privilege.”

This took a wild turn, and hearing the brutality of Satoru’s words was like a thunderclap in the tense atmosphere. His mother’s face turned pale, her mouth opening and closing in shock as she struggled to respond.

“Get out of here,” Satoru commanded, his voice uncaring towards her. “Leave, and don’t ever come back. You’re nobody to me now.”

With that, Satoru’s mother turned and fled, stumbling down the corridor as if she was the victim in this situation. However, the tension in the air began to dissipate as soon as she left, leaving you, Satoru, Gen, and your father in a heavy silence. Only your sniffles could be heard.

Even Gen, who was often hostile around your ex-husband, had remained quiet and composed after she watched him take such drastic measures to keep his mother away.

Everyone was silent. Pure, unbothered silence until Satoru’s phone began to buzz loudly, cutting through the stillness of the hallway. For a moment, he closed his eyes, then he fished his phone out of his pocket where you caught a glimpse of the caller ID.

Akemi.

——

The ICU only allowed short visits and one person at a time, so there was no need for everyone to stay the night. You were the parent, you were the one responsible for your son’s situation, so you insisted it was best for your dad and Gen to go home and get some rest. You didn’t mind watching over your son for the whole night, because coming home without him was the last thing you would do right now.

My precious angel.

Sachiro lay in the hospital bed, his small chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The doctors had managed to stabilize him for now, and the sight of his heart monitor showing a stable rhythm was a small comfort amidst the chaos.

Still, you sat by his bedside, mindful of your timed visit as your hands gently held his tiny ones, feeling the warmth of his small fingers. You glanced down at the medical report on your other hand, trying to make sense of the complex terms and figures.

The words blurred together as your tears fell silently onto the paper. “I’m sorry, baby.” He didn’t deserve this. He’s just a baby. “Mommy’s very sorry.”

You tried to stay strong, putting on a brave face for your son, but inside, you were falling apart. It was impossible not to blame yourself over this, wishing you could do more than just be present around him. This was the comeuppance of your own actions after you focused on your own emotions for the past few weeks to the point of neglecting your son’s wellbeing. If you had been more present in his life, if you had been more observant, you would have easily noticed the signs. Now, you allowed Satoru to find a flaw in your duty as a mother, and he could cite this very event as evidence to get full custody of him. That is, if he were to ever consider taking your son away from you.

But in the first place, he should be the last person to do that, because where exactly was he now?

Your thoughts kept drifting back to the earlier scene, where he excused to answer Akemi’s call, and later that night told you he had to leave and “check something” urgently. He promised he’d be back before midnight, but where was he?

Resentment began to fester within you.

You had been very perceptive of Akemi’s feelings, apologetic in the way you supposedly betrayed her, but the fact that she was still scrambling for Satoru’s attention in the midst of your son’s hospitalization was something you could never forgive her for.

And as for Sachiro’s father, how could he prioritize another woman when his own son was in such a critical state? The confusion of his actions was overwhelming. It felt like a cruel deja vu that, at a time when you needed him the most, he was choosing to be elsewhere. You could accept it if it was a choice between you and another woman, but between his son and her? His behavior was unacceptable, disgusting even, and it only served to deepen your grudge against him.

You clenched your fists, trying to push away the surge of anger that threatened to consume you after seeing that the disparity in his actions felt like both a betrayal and a slap to the face. Your poor son. You stared at Sachiro’s peaceful face and stroked his cheek. How could Satoru be so indifferent to his own flesh and blood?

The room was silent except for the soft beeping of the heart monitor and your quiet sobs. The situation was almost too much to bear, and your resentment towards Gojou grew heavier by the second. Each minute felt like a lifetime, and the emptiness left by his absence was a constant reminder that yet again he chose another woman over his own family.

It’s okay. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. I won’t leave you, Sachi. For Sachiro’s sake, you needed to find the strength to carry on, to be the mother he needed in this moment of crisis and never again failing to be there for your only child.

At exactly 10:30 pm, the nurse came in and told you visiting hours were over. You complied.

At 11:00 pm, Ian paid you a quick visit and talked to the nurses, perhaps giving them reminders to look after you.

At 12:00 am, you were alone again. Seated at one of the benches outside the ICU—sleepless, starving, and nauseous.

At 2:00 am, you remained in your seat despite the sterile smell of antiseptic mingling with your own discomfort. The flickering fluorescent lights above did little to help you get some proper sleep. The cold air-conditioning alao made you shiver slightly, hugging your own body to try and give yourself some warmth.

At 4:00 am, you awakened from the noise of the movements beside you. Realizing you had fallen asleep, you looked up and saw Satoru taking a seat to your left. His coat was draped over his arm, and he offered it to you.

“Are you cold?” he asked, his voice softer than usual, but you could see the bags under his eyes suggesting the sleepless nights he’d had for the past few days. “You can use my coat.”

You took the coat, but as you caught a whiff of it, a familiar scent of Akemi’s perfume lingered. Rose Prick by Tom Ford. It was a scent you’d come to recognize after your years of being her best friend, and it made your stomach turn slightly. Without any hesitation, you handed the coat back to him. “No, thank you. I’m fine,” you replied, avoiding his gaze. Looking into his eyes was the last thing you would do.

And you knew Satoru was sighing, but didn’t press the issue. “The nurse mentioned you haven’t eaten today.” He pulled out a small bag of assorted fruits, placing it gently on the seat between you. You eyed the offerings, feeling a pang of hunger but also a strange aversion. “I bought some fruit. Is there anything you like?”

You took a deep breath and broke the silence with a hint of sarcasm. “You’re really good at this, huh?”

“At what?” was his immediate question, puzzled.

“Hitting two birds with one stone.”

“Y/N…”

“Stop trying to take care of me,” you interrupted, your tone sharper than intended. “ I don’t need it.”

“But—”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “You can’t even be here for Sachi. You can’t even choose your son. He’s in a life and death situation and we’re still only receiving scraps of your attention.” It was the deep-seated grudge spilling out of you. “You’re so good at abandoning people, huh? Even though that’s what you hate the most. You’re so good at disappearing without even a text or call to check on me and our son. After that night at the cabin, you just…” you paused, realizing that you were opening too much of your heart to a man who didn’t deserve it. “Forget it. Just go home to Akemi. Live a happy life, build a family with her. Forget us. I don’t care. I’ll take care of Sachiro myself. I’ve done it for three years!”

“Y/N, I’m not trying to hurt you. I just…” Satoru fumbled for words, his somber blue eyes bearing the history of your shared heartbreak. It was as though the painful memories of your past were flooding his thoughts, seeking justification as to why he couldn’t pick you again this time. “I had to be there for her. She’s…”

You turned away before he could see your expression, because your heart was splintering at the thought of Satoru Gojou shattering it once more. As he always did. There seemed to be no end to this relentless heartbreak, as if any hope of a happy ever after with the man you loved would only return a pain that was a hundred times worse. Perhaps, this was destiny’s way of telling you that you and him weren’t meant to be. That any wishful thinking of being with Satoru again was only something that you could expect in another universe.

So, in your defense, you had to pull on a facade. A mask that you had to wear in the face of being the target of never-ending despair. “Satoru, I don’t want to talk about it,” you said firmly, concealing the raw ache in your voice with a smile. “And I don’t expect you to choose me every time. It’s okay. It’s happened before.”

“Can’t you see I’m hurting, too?” he asked, his voice breaking. Though you couldn’t see his face, the tremor in his voice revealed his struggle to hold back tears.

You couldn’t understand why he would be hurting with his decision. When faced with two crossroads, he always seemed to pick the path that led away from you. So instead of trying to comprehend his pain, you decided it was time to honor your own. For your sake. For Sachiro’s.

“Let’s just forget about that night,” you declared, wiping your eyes as you got up from your seat and prepared to walk away. “From this day forward, let’s pretend it never happened.”

——

Akemi’s apartment was dark when Satoru stepped inside.

And to be honest, the darkness was a relief. At least, she wouldn’t be able to see the lassitude etched on his face, not just from juggling his time between his son and her, but from the constant ache of hurting the person he loved.

Miscommunication is a couple’s greatest enemy, and the persistent disconnect between you two, coupled with the reluctance to clear things up, had worn Satoru down. He wanted to end this—the feeling of helplessness and the torment of seeing the woman he cared for caught in a labyrinth of despair.

The hospital visits to Sachiro alone had been a whirlwind of emotions and responsibilities, and this brief visit to Akemi felt like an unwelcome detour, but one he couldn’t avoid. Satoru knew his heart wanted to stay in the hospital with you, to wait for any updates on his son, to hold your hand and care for you, yet here he was, dragging his feet across the carpeted floors to approach Akemi.

“Hey.” She was sitting on the couch, looking frail but alert as if she had been desperately waiting on his arrival. She had recently started treatment for her stage 3 endometrial cancer, and Satoru could see the toll it was taking on her, physically and emotionally. He would be cruel to leave her hanging like this, to neglect her at her worst when she had been there by his side at his. Satoru had an unspoken accountability on her, because it wouldn’t be fair for him to just abandon her after she poured all her heart and soul into helping Gojou get back onto his own feet.

“Hey, ‘Kemi,” he said, his tone soft but distant. “Did you take your meds today?”

Akemi looked up at him, her eyes tired and heavy. “I did. I took them just like the doctor said. How’s Sachiro?”

Gojou’s expression tightened. “He’s holding steady at the moment.”

A heavy silence settled between them before Akemi broke the tension. “I’m glad he’s stable,” she said, quietly. “Are you okay?”

He nodded once, his mind already drifting back to the hospital. “Yeah. Listen, I need to head back soon. Nanami and Miwa will be alternating in looking after you from now on. They’ll make sure you’re okay while I’m dealing with Sachiro. I have to focus on my son.”

Akemi’s frail hand reached out to gently grip his arm, the other held her lower abdomen in pain. “Satoru, please don’t go just yet. Can’t you stay a little longer?”

Now’s not the time to feel guilty. It was either her or Sachiro. Her or his son. Gojou decided to pull his arm away gently, his gaze distant. “Sachiro needs me, Akemi. You know that.”

Akemi’s face fell, but she knew it would be ridiculous to argue over that. “No, I understand. I get that. I want you to focus on Sachi, too. I just wish—” Before she could finish, her voice faltered, and she looked up at him with a hesitant gaze. “Satoru, do you regret that I took you back even if you cheated on me?”

The question caught him off guard, and Satoru’s blue eyes narrowed as he processed her words. He had been so focused on his responsibilities and the immediate crisis that he hadn’t given much thought to their ‘relationship’. All he knew was when he showed up at her doorstep back at the cabin, he was only going to try and end things with her. He was only going to clarify the longstanding feelings you and him poured out to each other that night, which was why he ended up sleeping with his ex-wife. But because Akemi suffered at the time, because her pelvic pain worsened to the point of an emergency, he had to hold back and just take care of her in the weeks that passed. He was caged in this situation like a prisoner who was found guilty for the crimes he had committed.

Just be honest, Satoru. Disregard everything else and just be honest. Satoru believed it was about time he stood his ground no matter the consequences. “You can’t take me back if we’re not together, ‘Kemi,” he breathed out those words, reticent on hurting her with the truth. If she would lash out on him, throw a vase on his head, slam a book on his face—he wouldn’t mind. He was ready to accept all the violence he deserved from being an asshole. “You knew from the start that this, us, was only temporary. It was never supposed to be serious.”

Her expressions turned doleful. “Then, in that case, did you at least…” Tears welled up in her eyes as she she paused, “Did you at least love me?”

“I just… I never saw it that way, Akemi.” Satoru’s honesty would destroy her, but he didn’t want to keep on sending out false hopes. He had to be firm, and while he was grateful for everything she did for him, that doesn’t mean he owed her his life and loyalty. In the first place, he warned her that he wasn’t ready to be in a relationship. And God, he was far from ready to even settle down, yet Akemi constantly hinted at wanting to tie the knot with him. Again and again did she mention the thought of a wedding and a child and her own family.

Satoru wanted all those things too, but with another person in mind. He was only set on having those things with one woman.

Akemi’s face paled upon hearing his answer and the fact that he didn’t even bother to explain himself. “I see. I guess I needed to hear that.”

Gojou looked at her with a mix of regret and sympathy. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you like this, I really do.”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

It definitely wasn’t fine, but Satoru had to take her word for it as he got out from the couch and gave her a gentle pat on the head. “I have to go. Nanami will be here soon. Please make sure to follow the treatment plan and take care of yourself.”

Akemi nodded, though her gaze remained fixed on the floor, unable to meet his eyes. “Alright. I’ll see him when he gets here.”

As Gojou turned to leave, he felt a pang of guilt twisting deep in his gut but pushed it aside. He was a father first before anything else. Sachiro would always be his first and foremost priority amongst everything else.

——

After leaving Akemi’s place, Satoru was driving his car into the evening air beyond the speed limit. And his mind was racing together with him as he thought of you, your son, and the myriad of emotions he was struggling to manage. He couldn’t wait to be home, not literally at his own place, but anywhere with you and his son was his definition of home.

It would be diabolical for him to run into your arms and yell, ‘I’m free! We can be together again!’ No, that would be cruel and disgusting. He respected Akemi just as he respected you. It was himself that he couldn’t respect, because he was the one responsible for the mess that he created. And adding Sachiro’s critical condition on top of the already festering wounds in your relationship? It truly was the manifestation of karma in his actions.

His footsteps bounced through the hospital corridors the moment he arrived, each impatient step was ready to see your face and tell you he would never leave you and Sachiro now. But as he neared the pediatric ICU, his eyes darted around, the sight of his ex-wife was nowhere to be found. And instinctively, his heart pounded in his chest, and a drum of panic seemed to warn him of a storm that was about to come. Something was off, and it scared him.

“Nurse,” he called out, his voice edged with urgency as he approached their station. “Where’s my wife? The boy’s mother?”

The nurse looked up, recognizing the infamous CEO’s face. “Uh, Mr. Gojou, she was heading to the rooftop, I think.”

“What?!” he unintentionally yelled at her face, “Why didn’t you guys keep an eye on her?”

“Sir, calm down. She’s probably going to get some fresh air.”

A cold chill ran down his spine. You were definitely not there for that.

Without another word, he sprinted towards the stairs, taking them two at a time instead of waiting at an elevator together with a group of people. He had to get to you as soon and as fast as he could without another second to waste. Although the climb felt endless, his mind racing with fear and dread was the push he needed to finally reach you.

And upon bursting through the door to the rooftop, he was met with the soft whisper of the evening wind and the heart-stopping sight of you standing perilously close to the edge.

“Y/N!” he called out, his voice breaking with desperation. “Don’t do this. Please, step back.”

You stood motionless, eyes fixed on the distant horizon, the city lights blurring into a kaleidoscope of sorrow. “The world hates me, Satoru,” you whispered, the mellow tone of your voice carried away by the wind. “I’m a burden to everyone, even my own child. I-I just… I want to end it all.”

“No!” Satoru’s heart shattered at your words while he moved closer, his hands outstretched and careful not to startle or provoke you. He was dying to have you in his arms and keep you safe. “Y/N, please. Come back. What about Sachi? What about me? We need you. Sachiro needs you. I need you.”

What exactly made you go here? How did thoughts of ending yourself suddenly come into fruition? Was there something you discovered that brought you to this ultimatum? Gojou was desperate, utterly desperate, to hear what was running through your mind so that he could at least ease the burden that you were carrying all by yourself. He was once in the position where he wanted to commit too, and he knew the temptation that came with permanently escaping the cruelty of the world in just a single action.

“Y/N, please. Please, I’m begging. Come to me,” he rattled on in a suffocating whisper, the pleading in his voice was heavy, “Please. I love you. Only you.”

It was when you turned around that Gojou’s world collapsed, and the words you said after had shattered his entire universe.

They were still.

You.

And the wind.

“I’m pregnant,” you finally confessed, voice cracking as you looked at the faint tears that fell from Satoru’s eyes. “I don’t wanna have this baby.”

#series: sincerely yours #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojou satoru x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojo angst #gojo x reader

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pokepoke.. i saww that requests r opeenn:3 so can i request the housewards w m!reader whos super energetic and always happy,,, ball of aunshine (oor like emu:3!!) hcs pwease

04/11/25 — twisted wonderland <3

‘is meaning smile!’ — summary. ‘housewardens with an energetic and happy m!reader!’

characters ;; housewardens -malleus , tags ;; reader is male ( masculine terms like “boyfriend” ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), romantic fluff

a/n ( omg…gets poked…AAH it’s been MONTHS since this ask, my apologies..i got stuck a few times and really had to look deep into my heart to come up with ideas, but here it is! i mean i wrote it a long while ago when i first received the ask but things came up…like me working on getting a job,, i also ended up cutting out malleus, i’m sorry 😭 sunshine x gllooomyyy(..??) is such a common trope but i ended up having a hard time writing him. i think my bias in characters shows in writing length anyways.. ( also hope you don’t mind me testing formats here )

riddle rosehearts —

riddle is, quite usually, strict and hot headed—of course, that’s not to say things change. especially upon meeting you, who always seems to be so lax and free spirited. not only that, but very full of energy and enthusiastic, so he noticed. for quite a bit of time, he watched you from afar, in all honesty, in almost the smallest tinge of jealousy ( not that he’ll ever say it aloud, unless you manage to get him vulnerable enough ).

actually, he quite likes your attitude, from time to time, even if it, when you first met, would give him a migraine most of the time from your fits of energy and happiness. whenever he becomes upset about any sort of rule breaking, your energy and good spirit tends to bring the peace ( not to say he doesn’t still get pissed over ace and deuce..especially ace, cough. that’s a lost cause ). and it gave him pleasure to know that despite his..attitude, especially pre book 1, you seemed to be so chipper around him despite what he put you and the others through.

and to be honest, he can’t even begin to count the amount of times you’ve happily and willingly, he notes, listened to his rants and helped him calm his temper when necessary. not condescendingly or anything, just be there both for him and with him.

for some reason, despite the fact you’ve been together for some time now, he still lets out a hushed puff of surprise when you grab his hand, sat at a gazebo hidden within the rose maze—particularly to follow rule 339, for your post-meal beverage to drink some lemon tea with two sugar cubes together. quite usually, and especially prior to his overblot, this was a solemn act. but it’s as you squeeze his hand empathetically he comes to terms with the fact that “solemn” won’t be a phrase he’ll use to describe himself any time soon, from the very moment he met you.

“i hope you’re not too upset about the mess from earlier,” you laughed it off easily, and he’ll never understand how you manage to find it in you to be so cheerful, but he’ll never be truly upset about it. “i’m sure ace and the others didn’t mean it.”

“the fact ace always ends up mentioned by name should be enough to state how much of a trouble maker he is,” riddle huffed, but in all honesty, he stopped being mad the moment you stepped in to help out—at the very least, you covered most of the blow. ace definitely owes you after that one ( or so he promises ), but it’s not like you were doing it for selfish reasons anyway. “i’ll make sure he properly atones soon later.”

you laughed at that, but he already knew you weren’t doing it out of ill will. especially since he could feel the genuinity behind your smile from miles away. “yeah, i bet,” and your hand is still gently holding onto his, he noticed. he wasn’t a fan of pda, but honestly, he really loves this kind of attention. he never says it, but his content smile tells you all you need to know. and he adores his loving boyfriend more than you’ll ever think.

leona kingscholar —

he will, truly and honest to goodness, never understand how you do it. leona would even go as far as to say that your cheerful outlook on things even blinds him and forces him to close his eyes even when he isn’t about to go to sleep. and honestly, he’ll never be able to make sense of the way you always, whether literally or figuratively, always seem to extend your hand towards him so invitingly and with such genuine warmth. when you were only getting to know each other, in fact, he almost hated it. almost.

of course, he loves and worships you now. not so blindly, of course, he knows better than to be so ignorant when it comes to having this kind of relationship with someone. but that doesn’t change the fact he has a bias towards you, and it’s obvious ( ruggie had to corner you to make sure you weren’t stealing his money. ). at the beginning, your overwhelmingly positive attitude somehow put a damper on him. maybe it was jealousy, or the fact at the time he was convinced he would never get to have you, he’ll honestly never understand or recall what his thought process at the time was.

but now he does have you, and you have him, and his dreams most definitely are far better now. since he convinced you to start being his living pillow, actually, he’s been more content in his sleep, he noticed. makes it a little harder to wake him up, you’ve heard ruggie complain..but still, you think it’s nice he feels so safe to be off guard around you, the predator he prides himself to be. ( a lot of his dreams consist of you too, but he’ll never say that aloud given said pride ).

you were having one of those nice moments right now, actually, together in his dorm room as he draped himself over you, you smiling like an idiot ( or so he thinks so on a whim, but if he were to be more poetic, he’d say you were blessing him with a smile befitting to be worn by angels ) as you combed through his hair with your hands. his hand gently holding hours, with barely any force so you could still go on with your handiwork as he gazed up at you through his half lidded eyes.

“you don’t always need to be so loud during our spell drive games,” he muttered, almost like it was mostly just something he said to pass the time. “it gets embarrassing sometimes.” a half lie, he’s actually very proud of the attention you give him and will never not use an excuse to flaunt it. the teasing remarks from malleus and his goons ( as he calls them ) during spell drive games tends to get on his nerves though.

“huh? why wouldn’t i cheer on my boyfriend?” you questioned like it was obvious, in a way that almost makes him feel silly for even asking. of course that’s how you would respond. “isn’t that a boyfriend’s duty? i’ll love you forever, you know! i’ll show you off forever, you can trust me on that, leona.”

oh, by the way, if he ever had the chance, he would finally and definitely let you know he loves you just like that and 100x more. because just so you know, if he ignores the fact you are his sun, not even the explosion of the sun would be enough to get him away from you.

after all, you make a very comfortable pillow ( cough his way of saying he loves you ).

azul ashengrotto —

point blank and simple, when he first met you he assumed your cheerfulness and kind “act” ( he can’t believe someone would be so genuine with him ) was a ruse to extort something, anything, out of him. but it never happened. he was convinced you were playing the long game, and i’ll tell you, it took him a while to finally adjust to the fact that you’re not kidding when you say you’d rather blow the school up with a microwave mishap than do anything like that to him. i mean..it’s a little out there and oddly specific ( he’s actually worried you might’ve actually accidentally nearly done that once ), but floyd and jade have said worse so it’s fine.

actually, no matter what, he’ll never get used to how you seem to never expect anything in return. ‘it’s stupid’, he thinks, and he even goes as far to call it idiotic, ‘how does he even survive in this school?’ it stresses him out actually, because he always considers himself indebted to you whenever you do something for him that you keep telling him he didn’t need to pay you back for. he just couldn’t seem to get it out of his head that someone would do something for him out of the pure goodness of his heart.

that’s part of how the two of you grew closer, in fact..somehow. in his need to no longer owe you, he’d offer you little things like discounts at the mostro lounge or his help in certain subjects you were struggling with free of charge. slowly, these things turned into a genuine pleasure to be around you, and a way to no longer owe you slowly became an excuse to meet with you again and be greeted with your constant energy and affection. how long is takes for him to accept this and actually confess to you ( or maybe you just confess to him if you’re impatient enough ) is another story.

however it goes, he’s thankful it happened. after all, your cheerful and high spirited attitude, which you seem to always be able to tune and adjust to when the situation needs it ( he quickly realizes the more he spends time with you that you’re also much more perceptive of social interactions than he first gave you credit for, ) always seems to help destress him after long days of work at the mostro lounge.

“dear,” he starts carefully, “you don’t need to wait for me to finish my work like this. i suspect it may take me much longer than i initially expected it to…i’m sorry.” you perked up when he first spoke, but didn’t let him deter you. “i know i said we could go out today, but..”

you didn’t let him finish. instead, you got up carefully to hug him from behind, something he tensed at. not because he wasn’t used to your affection, he learned long ago how casual you were with it, though you understood when he didn’t want it ( albeit not often, he always seems to be vying for it ). rather, because he knows that’s how you like to tease him.

you gave him a light kiss on the cheek, one which he sighed in content at as he slowly raised one arm to hold onto yours, which still seemed to be holding him. “you think i’d just leave you by yourself knowing that?” you teased, and he hummed in response as if he already knew the answer. “plus, if that’s the case, i think i have the solution.”

he tilted his head up now to look at you in curiosity, “is that so?”

he was quite sure at first you only said it on a whim given your usual spurts of energy and unbotheredness at the unfortunate turn of events, but he quickly came to terms with it as you took a chair to sit right beside him, though you leaned against him as though the chair rests dividing the two of you never existed at all.

“i’ll just stay here with you!”

he wanted to refuse, at first. the work pile was enough that he would likely have to pull an all nighter for it, as embarrassing as it was to say, which was probably why he left that tid bit out in the first place. but as you gleamed in happiness at the idea as you usually do, so unbothered by these sorts of things as usual, he couldn’t help but be a little selfish.

“alright then, dear,” he sighed, although in a dramatized way for you to know he wasn’t truly upset by the turn of events, “stay here with me.”

kalim al-asim —

a kindred spirit, in a way, and kalim can’t help but be delighted. it’s unusual for a guy to be in night raven so casually, so merry about their way and energetic on top of that, he knows and acknowledges that. consider him a babbling idiot all you like, he knows better than that, and you’re quite sure he knows more than anything he ever lets on.

actually, he approached you first. and when i tell you, he was in for a big, but lovely surprise when you returned the favor. two people whose energy and smiles could put out a hundred stars and more. truth be told, he was a little worried at first. he’d been in love with you since the moment he laid eyes on you, but for a few days, the idea you were so kind to him only to poison him for his family lineage, or worse, stuck in the back of his mind as if the idea itself was a poison. but only just a little, because you managed to wipe those worries away so easily with your sunshine attitude.

through your enthusiastic reassurance, he’s come to learn to trust and rely on you whenever he needs it, and you, of course, do so with him too. jamil finds himself feeling like if the two of you plan another party in the next three days then he’s going to get an aneurysm. you assure him he won’t, at least any time soon, but he’s a little unconvinced when you cheer on kalim to make this party “the most exciting one yet!” ( you’ve been proclaiming about that for at least nine prior hosted parties ).

“hahah…sorry you had to get stuck with cleaning with me, [y/n]!” kalim giggled nervously, rubbing the back of his head with his free palm before reverting back to sweeping the mess left on the floor from the party a few hours prior.

as it turned out jamil had taken your word when you reassured him he wouldn’t be getting a bad headache anytime soon, and scolded you both into cleaning the aftermath. not like you minded, you’re someone who keeps your word.

“you don’t need to apologize at all kalim,” you waved him off mindlessly, not too far from him as you collected the party streamers from under the tables, a smile still on your face despite it all. “even the boring things can be fun whenever i’m with you, you know!“

“hey, you’re right!! after this, wanna go on a magic carpet ride? we can make this into a game until then!”

“kalim.. i’d be delighted!”

vil schoenheit —

vil gets typecasted as a villain too constantly. as a result, oftentimes, he ends up to be considered intimidating and hard to approach, even by his peers. that in mind, he finds it refreshing to find a soul who can be so casual and friendly around him, not taking into mind his celebrity status.

originally, his thoughts were: ‘someone such as yourself would never survive in the acting industry’. whether you’re actually interested it or not, he can’t help but initially observe you for at least a hot second as if you were a rival of his. he lets go of the thought soon though, allowing his conscience to relax the longer he spends time with you. he finds himself relaxed and pleased by your upbeat attitude.

it’s winter time—naturally, vil needs makeup to compensate for that change in temperature, no big deal. of course, things always seem to be fun whenever you decide to tag along, no? rook seemed to be busy dealing with “hunting for the winter season” or whatever anyways. you weren’t completely used to this high end kind of outside market, but that didn’t seem to stop you as you stayed beside him pointing out all the nice items you saw.

“wow…” you spoke awingly in a loud whisper, more than enough for vil to hear as you intertwined fingers, “the world of the rich and famous is totally no joke, isn’t it?!” vil never wasted an opportunity to spoil you in luxury ( though he doesn’t want you to take advantage, and you don’t, of course ), and yet you always still seemed to be caught off guard by whatever you came across.

“hm,” he hummed contentedly, “i suppose, though it’s nothing special for me.” not as though he intended to brag, it was more so fact and not any kind of attempt to put you down, and you could tell by his genuine smile at your excitement. “if there’s anything you like, i would be alright buying it for you.”

“what?! no way!” you perked up, looking around, almost overwhelmed by what you saw that interested you and had to choose from. “i’ll take you up on that, then!”

vil couldn’t help but allow himself to freely laugh in amusement, then, as he watched you scurry off to the different stalls to look around.

though, he grew to be surprised when you returned with something that, though he knew you were fond of, wasn’t exactly the type of thing you’d select out of everything you could have. now, if it was something that related to an interest the both of you shared…

“this is for the both of us!”

‘ah…of course.’

and, as he imagined, his solemn laugh away from you turned warmer once you had rejoined him and laughed alongside him.

idia shroud —

‘there’s no way he’s surviving here..’ that’s the first thing idia thinks when he first sees you. and then he quickly learned not to be fooled by you, as there’s always more to a person that meets the eye, no? even before formal introductions, he found himself entranced by you and your positive energy.

he would always feel warmer in your presence, but he could never quite tell if it was because he was envious or enraptured by your high spirits. ( of course, it wasn’t long before he found out it was the latter ). and ever since then, he can’t remember the last time his hand wasn’t so warmly clasped around yours.

you always indulged in his interests, just as much as he indulged in yours, even if he didn’t quite understand what the interests of someone completely opposite to him exactly entailed. he gets excited though, when it comes to the interests the two of you share, and he’s always ready to be there and join alongside you…so long as he can do it in the comfort of his room. he’s extremely thankful you’re not too hard on him about it, by the way.

today was one of those days he was even given the blessing of you joining him, casually laying on top of him, sitting on his lap in fact as you watched him engage in some open world rpg boss fights. you had yet to create an account to join him, as through a terrible stroke of unluck, your router was completely busted ( but don’t worry, ortho’s helping you out there ), but that didn’t deter you from joining him one way or another.

“y’know, [y/n],” he starts, and you have a feeling he’s starting one of his usual rambles when he gets in the zone during certain gaming sessions, “i know you love me..a-and, i love you! but…i was super shocked when you wanted to know what i liked, and stuff…”

every now and then he has these sorts of self deprecative rants—and you always let him know you were never one to judge, letting him express his feelings and reassuring him all the while. it was when he let out a little grunt to show he was done that you lifted your hand up to stroke his hair, him leaning into your touch, and gave him a response.

“of course, idia!” you expressed easily, like it was the most natural and correct response, subconsciously lightening his nerves as he got better at the game. “because you’re amazing…so don’t believe anyone who says otherwise!”

he felt a little bit better about himself after that. he hopes you know how much he likes you.

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pretty when you cry part 2 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ y.jw

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long awaited part 2!!!

summary: you were always sensitive growing up, crying and weeping in your mother's arms over things in a way that few understood, until you met a boy, whose only true goal was to protect you, but failed in doing so as he got overwhelmed by his high school teenage years and left you behind

pairing ✧˚ · . yang jungwon x reader ( some enha members are mentioned )

genre ! established friendship, fluff and angst, arguments, friends to lovers! word count:

AUTHORS NOTE:: sorry for the delay but here is part 2!! i hope you enjoyed! im gonna start taking requests, so please send me anything <3

italic text: flashbacks ( in case of confusion )

fuck , your heart felt like bursting through your chest. sliding down the bathroom stall door, you clutched tightly your bag that has now slid down next to your shaking form. you couldnt breathe, your eyes blurred with tears that continuously slid down your already stained cheeks, your other hand gripping the roots of your hair as you struggled to keep quiet.

the air felt suffocating, the bathroom stall sending you into a claustrophobic frenzy, the lingering bathroom smell making it even harder to breathe. your phone started ringing, but in that moment, you couldnt focus on anything else, other than the fact that you have officially lost your best friend, the only person that felt like home to you, your anchor through hardships in life, your person.

but no matter how hard you tried to ignore the constant buzzing from your phone, the screen illuminating every so often, it almost irritated you. for a moment, you looked boringly at the toilet in front of you, huffing at how pathetic you felt, but the endless stream of messages you were receiving once again lulled you out of your head space, and you hastily wiped your tears and turned over to your phone laid out on the floor. he had texted you, even called you.

you couldnt help but let out a forced laugh, so this is what it takes for him to finally contact you. your feelings were hurt, you felt like your soul had espaced your body, hell even your heart clenched at the mere thought of jungwon, but you had to look at his messages that were left notified on your phone, carefully not opening them in case you werent ready to answer him just yet.

wonie: im so sorry wonie: please, im so sorry wonie: i promise please, ill keep my promise, im not leaving you, ill never do that, im so sorry y/n, please answer wonie: where are you? i need to see you, please let me explain myself wonie: god even if you dont want to see me, please let me make it up to you, im sorry for hurting you, im sorry for ruining us, im so so sorry for fucking up so bad that i lost you 7 missed calls from wonie

you didn't want to continue, you felt incoming tears and stopped reading. he didn't want you anymore, he didnt want to be your person anymore, he didn't want to protect you anymore, and he made that so clear. but why now? why after a month? where you painstakingly waited for him, gave him the benefit of the doubt, continued to love him, despite pushing you away the way he did?

admittedly, you wanted to answer him, but you weren't ready, whatsoever, you needed time, to think this through, and it was your turn to walk away from him.

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jungwon sat in the cafeteria, legs bouncing, breathing ragged as he prayed and hoped to catch a glimpse of you, even a for a mere second. to desperately beg for your forgiveness, kneel down in front of you, to once again worship the ground you walked on, to love you the way that you deserved to be loved.

he couldnt think straight, his mind constantly replaying the image of you, of how the second those repulsive words left his mouth, you crumbled in front of him, how that being the first time he's ever seen so much despair and hopelessness paint your beautiful face.

he always thought you were beautiful, he admired you from afar so much that thats all he could ever think about, you. the way your eyes sparkle, the way you smile despite the tears running down your reddened cheeks. he loves you, with all his being, and he only now realized how irreplaceable you are. you mean the entire world time, and he's so in love with you, with your whole nature. it has always been you.

jungwon was lost in thought, until a feather-light tap on his shoulder pulled him from his thoughts. he turned quickly, hope flaring that it might be you. but it wasn’t. of course it wasn't you. It was jake, looking at him with concern. "hey, you okay?" jake asked gently.

jungwon blinked, finally taking in his surroundings, the table was quiet. his friends were all silently looking at him with worry etched on their faces, almost like they pitied him for looking so miserable. he hadn’t even realized he had been crying until jake pointed it out, by passing him a tissue. "do you need some fresh air?" jake suggested, his voice soft, a small smile on his face. "let’s take a walk."

he nodded numbly, allowing jake and sunghoon to guide him out of the cafeteria. they walked in silence, jungwon in the middle as he looked at the ground, until they reached the quiet of the school courtyard. the clear air helped clear jungwon's mind a little, only for a moment, but the guilt still weighed heavily on him.

sunghoon broke the silence first. "you wanna tell us whats going on between you and y/n? i mean we're worried, we've never seen you like this, and this is the first time we've seen you interact with y/n."

jungwon took a deep breath, feeling the tears well up again. he almost laughed, you, the love of his life, his person, was kept hidden from his friends, the one he cherished the most. it was almost funny to him, how your friendship lasted a decade, yet none of his friends have ever heard about you. he was a screw up.

"y/n and i have been best friends since we were kids." he began, sliding down the brick wall as he kept his gaze on the ground, "she’s... she’s always been there for me, and vice versa, and growing up, we had always promised to be there for each other. but ever since high school started, i’ve been neglecting our friendship, her. i got so caught up with football and everything else that i put her second. and now... now i messed up."

jake and sunghoon couldn't help but exchange confused glances, their concern deepening. "what do you mean" jake asked, mirroring the boy, as he slid down the wall and accompanied jungwon now slumped over his knees.

jungwon wiped at his slowly eyes, trying to steady himself, "she confronted me today, you both saw..." he continued, "and told me how much she missed me, how she felt like she was losing me. and instead of being there for her, reassuring her, i lashed out. i said things... terrible things. i promised to never make her cry, but i did, i made her cry, and she left."

he looked down, his voice barely above a whisper. "i love her. i’ve always loved her. but i fucked up, i fucked up so badly" he heaved, his chest so heavy with guilt that he couldn't shake the feeling off, despite finally opening up to his friends, the weight what was supposed to be lifted off his shoulders remained, almost weighing him down and he felt like he could be buried alive at any moment.

the air was tense now, as silence lingered, and for a minute, jungwon thought that he had messed up so badly, this even his friends couldnt help him.

but sunghoon was the first to speak up, momentarily, easing the boy, as he knelt down next to jungwon, a hand on the boy's shoulder to keep himself steady and not fall over, "you messed up, i wont lie to you jungwon, you royally messed up, but recognizing that is the first step. of course you'll need to make things right. if she means that much to you, fight for it" he sighed, " and you know her best, whether she feels like talking to you now or not, give her a day, pull her aside and set things straight. let her know how you feel, how much you love her" he continued, " you have nothing to lose at this point, won, go big or go home" jake chimed in, sending the boy a warm smile. " you can do it yeah?"

jungwon nodded, determination settled down on him, but he had this lingering fear that you wouldn’t forgive him, and it crushed him. he knew that laying it all down on you would give you insight into how he felt, and maybe then you would understand, maybe then you would come back to him. he was willing to wait for however long it would take, as long as he could be back in your world as your person, and you his. he never realized how painful losing you was, until it happened, until you walked out of that classroom, crying because of him.

he was ashamed of himself, looking down at the series of text messages he had left you, expecting you to have opened them, at least read them, but nothing. he was left on delivered and slowly his determination started to crack. but there was so much to fight for, to salvage, and he found himself revolting to even look at.

and for the remainder of the day, he looked lifeless, his body moved faster than his mind could think, going through the day for the sake of perfect attendance. however, he never paid attention in class that day, and sat in the back of the classroom, writing and rewriting his words, trying to find the right way to express his remorse and his love.

almost like how you prepared to confront him earlier that morning.

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you went home after the confrontation, much to your dismay despite hating the fact that you'd have to miss school. but you didnt know if you could handle seeing jungwon, fearing that maybe he'd turn away from you, anger lingering him. you wished you never confronted him, and maybe then things would be okay, maybe you should've been more patient with him. but you told yourself it wasn't entirely your fault, you still had self worth, but for the sake of your heart, you wanted desperately to salvage whatever you had left of your friendship.

upon arriving home, it was about 10:30 am, grinning slightly i have time to go back to bed and tell mom and dad i felt ill and couldn't go to school. and thats exactly what you did, carefully unlocking the door, you made your way inside, and quietly took off your shoes before tip toeing to your room and shutting the door behind you. only then you could breathe, only then you feel serene in the comfort of your room. but that only lasted a second before your mind replayed memories of you and jungwon, in this very room. you felt tears form, but you held it in for the first time that month.

quietly stepping out of your worn clothes, and slid on your pajamas from the night before. you crawled into bed, and closed your eyes. but you couldn't fall asleep despite feeling exhausted from all the crying you did earlier that morning. however you stayed put, refusing to go on your phone, worried that maybe another message from jungwon would appear and all hell would break loose. so you kept your eyes shut, until sleep took over.

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it was impossible for jungwon to fall asleep, the clock read 2am, and he simply couldnt shut his eyes, tossing and turning, and ever so often opening his chat with you to see if you had read his messages. you have, and you did for the most part. but he didn't know. it was eating him alive, every thought of you sent him spiraling down a rabbit hole, telling himself that this was it tomorrow, or more like today, where he could either win you back or lose it all.

he couldn't wait until morning. every minute felt like an eternity, and the thought of spending another moment without fixing things was unbearable. he knew he had to tell you how he felt, and he had to do it now.

with a sudden burst of energy, jungwon threw on a hoodie and a pair of shoes close by, and slipped out of his house, beelining toward your place. he knew the road by heart, he had taken the same route so many times, and the thought of you being so close by, made him run faster. while the streets were quiet, the world shrouded in the stillness of the early morning, the only sound were of birds, and jungwon's heavy breathing . his heart pounded in his chest from exhaustion and anxiety as he approached your house.

reaching your window, he noticed your night lamp was on, you were awake, he thought. and without a delay, he picked up a few small rocks and began to throw them gently against the glass, hoping to catch your attention without waking your parents. each clink of the rocks echoed in the silence, his breath held as he waited for a sign that you had heard.

inside your dim lit room, you were also wide awake, unable to sleep. the confrontation with jungwon replayed in your mind, the hurt and confusion making it impossible to find solace despite being in the comfort of your room. until you heard the soft tapping at your window, you were initially startled, choosing to ignore it, stupid wind you thought, but the soft clinks never stopped, and frustration took over your body and you jolted out of bed to check. and then you saw him, standing there with a desperate look on his face, close to tears.

your heart skipped a beat, were you imagining things? are you still lucid or was this the result of a fever dream? you reasoned with yourself that maybe you were hallucinating, and that you were just tired. but it looked all to real, the cold night air hitting your face, as your hair blew in the wind. you hesitated for a moment, your heart heavy with the weight of everything that had happened. but seeing jungwon like this, so vulnerable and earnest, you couldn’t ignore him.

“jungwon, what are you doing here?” you whispered, but loud enough for him to hear, trying to keep your voice low to avoid waking your parents.

“please, y/n,” he said, his voice trembling. “i need to talk to you. i couldn’t wait. not when i havent explained myself, not when ive ruined us, please, let me in.”

his eyes were filled with such raw emotion that you couldn’t turn him away. you frankly yearned for his presence, and despite you telling yourself that you weren't ready, you nodded and quickly ran downstairs, unlocking the back door, letting him in. the exchange was quick "go upstairs quietly first, ill lock the door and get you a glass of water" you hummed, while he nodded and headed upstairs.

you took a minute to breathe, not noticing the fact that you held your breath the second you opened to door, and slowly made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and filling it up. your mind was blank, not a single thought.

while jungwon made it safely to your room without causing any disturbance to your parents' slumber, he noticed small changes to your room, like how your bed was now pushed into the corner, or how you reorganized your shelves. but what remained untouched was the images of you and jungwon, pinned to a cork board. he stepped closer, and looked over the images, memories flooding in, and he felt himself shaking, tears forming once again. funny how he's the one crying despite causing this severance in your friendship.

his thoughts were pulled away from him when you entered the room, shutting the door quietly behind you and setting the glass of water on your nearby vanity.

turning around to meet your gaze, he stepped closer, his hands trembling. he couldn’t hold back any longer. tears streamed freely down his face as he reached for you, pulling you into a tight hug. “i’m so sorry,” he sobbed, his voice breaking. “i’m so sorry for everything. ive been horrible to you, i never meant to hurt you, but I did, and I’m so sorry.”

you felt his grip tighten as if he feared you would vanish if he let go. the weight of his apology, the sincerity in his tears, broke down the walls you had built around your heart. you couldnt help but hug him back , your own tears flowing freely.

“I missed you,” you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. “i needed you, jungwon. you were all i had" as you gripped his sweater.

“i know,” he replied, his voice filled with regret. “i know I messed up, but i love you. i’ve always loved you, i love you so much, and I was caught up in my own life to see what I was doing. please, forgive me. i’ll do anything to make it right.”

you pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, seeing the depth of his remorse and love. “i love you too, jungwon,” you said softly. “i always have. but you hurt me, so so bad.”

“i know,” he said for the nth time that evening, nodding through his tears. “and i’ll wait as long as it takes. i’ll prove to you that you mean the world to me, and i’ll never take you for granted again.”

"i've forgiven you the second i saw you at my window won" " you've always looked so pretty when you cry "

in that moment, you both were overwhelmed by the depth of your feelings. jungwon leaned in, his lips trembling as they brushed against yours in a tender, hesitant kiss. it was a kiss filled with the pain of the past, the promise of the present, and the hope for the future. you responded, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. the kiss deepened, becoming a silent vow of love and forgiveness. when you finally pulled apart for air, you rested your forehead against his, both of you breathing heavily, tears mingling with smiles.

"stay with me," you whispered, your voice barely audible. " i don't want to lose you again."

"never," Jungwon replied, his voice resolute. "i'll never leave you again."

wrapping his arms around you, pulling you down with him onto your bed. you lay down togethe holding each other tightly, as sleep started to take over. the warmth of his body against yours brought a sense of peace you hadn't felt in a long time, slowly lulling you to sleep.

as he looked over you, your head rested on his chest, he gently stroked your hair, his touch so soothing. "i'm so sorry," he whispered again, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"i know," you murmured. "we'll get through this, together."

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#jungwon #jungwon x reader #jungwon angst #jungwon imagines #jungwon fluff #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #heeseung #jake #jay #sunoo #niki #sunghoon

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runningfrom2am · 11 months ago

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requiem // part two

summary: according to coriolanus snow, his best friend had the most beautiful voice in all of panem. she had been training her whole life constantly to get where she was; being up for a residency at the most elite opera house in all of panem. singing was her passion. her true love; and when that got stripped from her in a second, his world became a whole lot quieter. he loathed every minute of it.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 2.7k

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tags/warnings: opera singer!mentor!reader (blink and you'll miss it), she's kind of a prodigy!! p cool imo, mute!reader, bestfriend!coryo, friends to lovers trope ooo, mentions of graphic violence early on (particularly the prologue) but after that it's pretty safe, depictions of ptsd/trauma, mental illness and minor suicidal ideation but at least she's not entirely alone, descriptions of minor medical treatments and use of medication.

a/n: the playlist is up now and i think it's cute so far!! if you have any song suggestions that should go on it please let me know!

the songs in this part are "Into the Unknown" by Idina Menzel, "Never Enough" by Loren Allred, and "It's All Coming Back to Me Now" by Celine Dion !!

my asks are also open to talk about this series! (i do have emoji anons open now too!)

send me any and all of your thoughts! here!

series masterlist // playlist // pinterest board

four months earlier

"Hey, what did I say about breathing, hun?" You turn on your piano bench, stopping your playing abruptly. "You sound strained."

The little girl giggles, shaking her head. "I'm sorry! I always forget!"

"Okay, well, forgetting to breathe won't do you much good, will it?" You ask, smile on your face as you raise an eyebrow at her.

"Probably not, miss."

"Definitely not!" You laugh, placing your hands on your knees to push yourself up from your seated position. "Here's what we'll do. No music, we'll just go through the first verses together without breathing. Go as long as we can, yeah?"

The little girl nods, and you take a deep, dramatic breath before you start your part with the three big interjections so she would know when to start. You smile as you watch her take a big deep breath too before her part comes in, and you continue with her.

"You're not a voice, you're just a ringing in my ear. And if I heard you, which I don't," She giggles at the spoken line, which you know is her favorite. You smile and motion for her to keep going with you. "I'm spoken for, I fear. Everyone I've ever loved is here within these walls. I'm sorry, secret siren, but I'm blocking out your calls."

That's the part where she can't continue, her singing voice fading into a strained whisper as she tries to get it out, but you can keep going.

"I've had my adventure, I don't need something new. I'm afraid of what I'm risking if I follow you..." You don't make it much farther, considering you had started much sooner and had some belted interjections, but you try your best. You both laugh as you gasp for a deep breath when you're done, chest feeling tight.

"Even you can't sing for long without breathing!" She laughs, and you nod.

"See? That's what I'm saying! I lasted just a little longer, but that comes with years of practice, so you've gotta focus on your breathing now, and you'll outsing me in no time."

"Now," You start, walking up to her and grabbing her hand, molding it to be held out flat in front of her. "Hold your hand right here, and every time you breathe, you should be feeling your tummy hit your hand. Big, quick breaths. You got it?" You ask the little blonde girl.

Coryo watches from the crack in the door as she tries it out, and you make sure her hand is in the right place. He smiles a little to himself, seeing how good you are with her. You had just started teaching a few months ago, and you told him you loved it, but he had never stopped by during your lessons before.

"Yes, just like that. Are we ready for music again?" You smile, and she nods, arm held out firmly in front of herself exactly where you placed it.

You gently pat her shoulders and head back over to your piano seat, flipping back to the first page of the old yellowed sheet music in front of you.

He watches your hands as you play at the same time as you sing, looking back over your shoulder to cue her and play her in.

"Big, big voice!" You remind her as she reaches the chorus, wanting her to really push.

"I'm afraid of what I'm risking if I follow you, into the unknown!"

"Yes, good! You're an angel!" You smile when she nails it, pushing into the piano keys.

"Keep going, let's do the whole thing." You encourage her, normally you would do it in small sections to work on little bits and pieces, but you wanted her to try out the full thing at least once before her lesson was done for the day.

With your waiting room at the academy just a little ways down the hall, Coryo is sure he could still hear your accompaniments from there, so he goes to sit and wait for you to be done.

"Alright, you did amazing today! What are we going to work on tomorrow?" You ask, holding the door for the little girl as she walks out with her backpack.

"Breathing!"

"Yes, good. Now remember your hand, where does it go?" Coryo assumes she's showing you when he hears you praise her. "Yes! Good girl. Go through the whole thing ten times tomorrow with your mother, and I'll see you on Thursday, okay?" He stands up when he hears you say your goodbye, grabbing his bag and preparing to go.

"Thank you, miss! See you on Thursday!" He can hear her skipping off down the hall, followed by the main doors opening and closing before he walks over to your training room.

He peeks through the open doorway, watching you gather up your sheet music and put it carefully into your book bag.

"What song was that? I've never heard it before."

You jump, turning quickly and staring at him with wide eyes, which quickly relax when you see your best friend. "Coryo." You laugh softly, shaking your head. "You scared me!"

"Sorry." He chuckles, taking that as permission to come in, stepping in and looking around.

"It's from an old, old movie. I've never heard of it, but the company that composed them for the films had tons of pieces more suited for children." You explain, holding out the unpacked bit of sheet music to him. He takes it carefully from your hand, flipping through the old book, labeled 'Disney' across the front. "Those ones are harder, a bit above her level, but I wanted to try pushing her, and she likes it, which helps." You explain, holding your hand out for him to pass it back when he's done.

"Did you learn many of these?" He asks, tilting his head at you as he hands it back.

"Oh, all of them." You laugh, carefully tucking it into your bag. "I performed one from that same film when I was about... twelve? Yes. Twelve. My teacher accompanied me for the sirens' part."

"Is that what you were singing in hers?" Coryo asks. He's sure he must be annoying, laying into you with question after question, but he was truly interested. He loved hearing you sing- he wanted to know everything you were willing to share about your life. Especially the massive part of it he knew he would never quite fully understand; your music.

"Yes, it is." You nod, cheeks flushing as you close up the piano. "It's so beautiful, I've always wanted to try that part. If she excels at it, maybe I'll accompany her at the gala."

"Oh, right. Where can I buy tickets again?" The music academy had a gala at the end of every year, and the students would all perform something- you were one of very few who got a solo. You'd gotten one every year since you had enrolled officially at five, and every year the people of the Capitol looked forward to it. Tickets were hard to come by, but that's because they were held for family and friends of the students. This year would be your last, and next year, no one doubted you would have a residency performing for the elites. You had done so a few times before, but Coryo could never afford a ticket- though, that never stopped you from offering them up first. Another benefit to be added to the list of things he can afford after he wins the Plinth Prize.

"I have spares, they're all yours if you want them." You smile at him, heading for the door and flicking off the lights. "But you don't have to come."

"It's your last gala, of course I'll come." He insists, closing the door behind himself as he follows you out.

"Yay! Then I'll get you the tickets." You grin, heels clicking as you walk alongside him down the hallway.

"Thank you." Coryo grins. "Hey, do you want to work on that English assignment together tonight? We could go to that coffee shop you like."

"I have rehearsals." You sigh. "Sorry, but maybe tomorrow? After I practice?"

"Rehearsals? Already?"

You raise an eyebrow at him. That was a stupid question and he knew it.

"You're right. That was dumb." He laughs. "Can I come?"

"To rehearsals?" You ask, stopping as he opens the door for you. He nods. "I guess so. You'll just have to hide in the back so Miss Cornelia doesn't see you."

"Alright, guess I'll be hiding then." He smiles.

It doesn't take long to walk across campus to the theater, and you and Coryo part ways when you take the stage entrance.

He walks around to the side of the building, sneaking in through an emergency exit. He can hear you warming up already, your voice carrying through every hall and stairwell in the theater.

When the door at the very back upper level of the theater creaks open slowly, you have to keep yourself from looking or drawing attention to your friend's entrance as you continue with your scale. You were already warmed up from your lesson, but Miss Cornelia always insists you do anyway. Realistically, there was rarely a moment when you weren't asleep that you weren't "warmed up."

"We're starting with 'Never Enough,' " Your instructor tells you, and you nod slightly, taking a final sip of water while she signals for whoever was in the booth today to start the instrumental record. If you were to perform this live, you would have the orchestra there, but it was difficult to get forty people to agree to come practice just for your rehearsals. By now, everyone knew you didn't need it anyway.

You didn't want to start with this song- you didn't even want to perform it anymore, but she liked it. It was below your skill level, by this point, but people liked to hear it. It was a beautiful piece, but ironically, it wasn't enough anymore if you wanted to progress your career.

Coryo pulls out his homework on his lap, finding the sound of your voice very relaxing to work behind.

"Stop- stop!" Miss Cornelia calls out, and you're hardly past the first chorus. The music cuts out, and Coryo looks up from his book. You look at her with a furrowed brow. "You're listening to yourself. Stop that. You know better. Now, start again."

The piano starts, but your argument makes it halt again. "I'm listening because I want to hear something different. I've been doing this song for years, I want to at least improve somehow if I must keep beating this dead horse."

Your instructor raises an eyebrow at you. "Oh?" She asks, dropping her pen down on her notepad. "You think you've perfected it, have you?"

You swallow your fear, nodding slightly.

"Okay, well, you still sound stiff in the bridge, and the final chorus is still under-supported." She critiques you, challenging you with her stare.

Coryo watches the interaction, confused as to what on earth this woman was talking about. He knew little about the technical terms and what she meant, but to him, it sounded perfect. He had heard it before several times- you definitely knew what you were doing.

"I'm not performing this." You reply simply, shaking your head as you reach for your water bottle. You had enough self confidence with your singing to know she was just letting the music fall on deaf ears- so familiar with the piece and your particular voice that she would never find it perfect. "Let me do something else."

"Not until this is perfect."

"Sorry, allow me to rephrase: I won't be performing this. I'll be doing something else." You insist, bringing the bottle to your lips and Coryo wants to cheer you on for standing up for yourself, but he stays silent.

"Okay." Miss Cornelia replies, clapping her hands together. "What do you suggest? Since you're the professional."

"I Will Always Love You." you offer, placing your water bottle back down, screwing the lid back on. "Or Skyfall, or Human, or Time to Say Goodbye, Memory, With or Without You, Mandy, Praying, I don't know- any of these other songs that I have been working on for years!" you exclaim, speed and volume increasing with every title you throw at her. "Don't you think any of those could be more representative of my range?"

"No." Your instructor shuts you down quickly, pushing her glasses up her nose. "We have been preparing this for your final gala for too long to change it now. That's not fair to the orchestra or the board. The university is expecting it as well."

"It's All Coming Back to Me Now." You demand, and the theater gets so silent in the moment that follows that Coryo is sure you could hear his breathing from the stage if he wasn't already holding it back.

He doesn't know the song, but the deafening silence that followed your suggestion led him to believe it was something difficult or different than what he's used to hearing from you.

"That piece isn't difficult, the orchestra doesn't even have to learn it. I can play for myself on the piano and they will be that much more impressed, no? The hardest part is the vocals and I know I can do it- I've been practicing it for years. My family says it's outstanding." You continue, determined in your every word.

"Your family? Oh, well, that's wonderful. Maybe they should coach you, then. Since they're experts." She scoffs in response. "Like I said, the university scouts are expecting 'Never Enough.' We couldn't change our submission now if we wished to- and even if we could, the unprofessionalism you'd be displaying would be astounding. So no, absolutely not."

You sigh. You don't need that stupid scholarship- you probably won't even need to go to university for anything more than the title you'd get after you graduate. You were essentially promised a residency at the opera house already, but she was right. It wasn't fair to the orchestra to throw something new at them only one semester away from the gala, or remove them from the plan altogether.

"Again." She says, not giving you the chance to fight with her before the music meets your ears again.

You shake your head, waving a hand dismissively at the sound booth. "Let me play it for you, then decide."

Coriolanus could feel the tensity of the situation somehow increase as your coach nodded in unenthused approval.

She was willing to hear you out, that was good.

You take a deep breath, turning on your heel to go over to the piano on the stage. Every footstep masks the pounding of your heart at the small victory, your nerves only spiking when you remembered your best friend was there to listen today.

Oh, but when he hears you play...

He did not expect the intensity at which your voice came in as he tried to make out your hands moving across the keys, eyes straining from the back of the large auditorium to try and hold on to your every word and note. You didn't even have any sheet music, and your eyes were closed as you played. You had certainly been practicing this piece for quite some time.

This was unlike anything he had ever heard you perform before.

"There were nights of endless pleasure, it was more than any laws would allow..."

Particularly, he realized, in subject matter.

You were not kids anymore, that much he had to come to terms with very suddenly. He didn't expect you to be so comfortable with the verses leaving your lips, but if you were nervous by them, it was unreadable.

God, this song must be like ten minutes long.

Every time he thinks you're done you're not, and with every high note, every borderline scandalous line, he's not sure how you haven't fainted. Well, no. He knows better than that, but he knows for certain that he definitely would have.

No one in Panem can sing quite like you.

"The flesh and the fantasies, all coming back to me.

I can barely recall, but it's all coming back to me now."

Coryo wonders if you even know the implications of every word. If you understood and just didn't care, or if you were innocently ignorant. The idea of sex wasn't something you ever spoke of, but he figures himself foolish to hear you sing this with such clear passion and assume that you didn't understand. To sing about heartbreak and lovemaking and complex emotions all in one song and belt it like you felt every word, well, he didn't even realize he was holding his breath until he couldn't hold it anymore.

Coryo, you're both eighteen. If you get it, she gets it. Be realistic.

Maybe that day, homework long abandoned in his lap, your best friend started looking at you just a little bit differently.

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honeybunniii333 · 10 months ago

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Was asked for Bedwarry angst by a friend! And I realized I've never written for them, so :P

Sorry it took literally 2 months. My lore has gotten so crazy lately.)

TW: FOR MENTIONED PET DEATH! (It's not in detail by any means. But the story is centered around Barry losing an animal. So if that's sensitive for you, I'd recommend not reading any further.)

"Blue?.." Ed's voice called out from the sliding glass door. It was soft, gentle... like he was afraid Barry would shatter if he spoke any louder. He wasn't sure why his first insinct upon finding Lily had been to call Ed... and not bury her. Maybe because he knew he couldn't do it by himself?... or at all. Ed had buried Mavis, and Emmie and Figaro... and clover, after all. Barry had simply stood there and watched him do it. He didn't even have it in him to bury them. Another way he failed those poor babies.

Ed had found his way to where Barry was hiding. Tucked against a tree staring into the window of the little house he kept the animals in. It was a shed he's fixed up, with a little fenced-in area to play outside in... painted bright colors that right now felt mocking. Ed's face was downcast, eyes somber and eyebrows furrowed with sorrow. He knelt down beside him and reached out to brush hair out of the other boys face. "Hey.. look at me...please?"

It took more effort than it should have to force his eyes up to meet those of his best friend. "There we go." Ed forced a smile, but it was twinged with a sadness they'd both grown pretty used to. That was the downside of this... the loss it came with.

"I'm sorry..." he managed to choke out, leaning forward to rest his head on the taller teens' shoulder. Edward was quick to wrap his arms around him. "And why in the world are ya sorry?" He whispered, rubbing his thumb over the stitching at the hem of his best friends shirt. Always fidgeting with something, it almost made Barry laugh... almost. "For making you do this every time... I know you hate it just as much as I do, and I sti-"

"That's my job, man." He laughed, pushing the shorter boy back a bit so that he could look over his friend, who was now looking very puzzled. Though that was nothing new, Edward Quinton was an enigma, and Barry was positive regardless of the length of their friendship. Edward was never EVER going to stop confusing him. "What do you mean your job?"

"I'm your best friend Barry, I do what you can't do for yourself." And maybe Barry preferred it that way... after all, what was Eddie if not confusing? "You're such a dork.."

"Hey, that says more about you than it does me! You're the one who keeps me around Bluebell." He huffed, shoving the other back with much less force than he normally would and getting quickly to his feet. "Now, where's the shovel at? Let's get this done so we can have a nice memorial and go watch a movie."

"Garage." And off Ed was, grabbing the shovel from the garage and beginning a task he'd grown somewhat used to over the years. Adding another tiny grave to the little cemetery. It wasn't a large cemetery, and Barry prided himself on that. He was able to patch up and nurse most animals back to health. The majority of the pets buried there had simply passed of old age or terminal illness... but a few of them hadn't, and that fact would never bother him. But Ed was there, and Ed always made things a little easier. Picking up the slack and helping with the heaviness of it all. Before he even knew it, they were both standing in front of a tiny little grave. Ed wrapped his arm around him, and they both gave their best wishes to little Lily before once again, making the somber walk back up to the back door and on inside.

Barry could still recall first meeting Ed. It was hard to forget, of course. Considering it had changed his whole life. Barry had always been alone, his parents were always gone, his older brother ignored him the majority of the time, and he wasn't very good at making friends. And he had been content with that, and then he'd been smacked upside the head with a soccer ball, and after that, he'd never been alone again. 2 years old onward, they'd been attached at the hip. And here they were 16 years and counting still spending most weekends like this. Huddled up together on Barry's couch, binging old horror movies with graphics that looked more like a highschoolers experimental art piece than certified animation. And maybe Barry preferred it that way,

#ibvs #ibvs posts #isaac beamer versus the supernatural #edward quinton #barry price #bedwarry #losing pets is always very hard.#i imagine Barry's lost a lot of em.

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elizabethrobertajones · 1 year ago

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A Dragoon's Work Is Never Done part... three? four? I did not caption the first in this series with that and so I can't even find it now.

Anyway the important thing is this seemingly completely normal diplomatic mission from Radz-at-Han where the Satrap has brought his sister for Fete Day over to visit the dragons in the other city state perched on a rock with a long history of dragon relations for good or ill. Estinien is refusing to dress up as a diplomat, which he is now when it comes to dragon things, whether he likes it or not. He claims he's just here for the Fete food. G'raha is here because he's glued to Frog and likes witnessing history happening in nice ways.

Day 6: Celebrations | Holidays

Oh, wait the above images were a spot the difference

#I'm so interested in Estinien's and Frog's relationship (platonic) and how he fits into the puzzle now that she and Aymeric are A Thing @lilbittymonster

OKAY this will be unnecessary long to explain why Aymeric is getting so smirky.

So way way way back I did actually ship Estinien and Frog a bit, because I'd done dragoon 50 before HW and was therefore Completely Normal about the Estinien/WoL relationship. But I couldn't quite make it stick in my heart, and for whatever reason despite Estinien actually being, I personally think, the character with the closest bond to the WoL on the deepest levels bar the characters who are literally part of the WoL (you know, like, the 3-5 of them we cram in there), it ended up feeling more like just an unbreakable platonic friend bond. *shrugs* sometimes your heart just decrees stuff.

In Frog Canon this translates to the Stormblood 70 Dragoon quest being a moment where after sharing the dragoon eyeball tether for the first time, Frog and Estinien are riding an absolute high of connection and feeling really good about accomplishing Good Dragoon Things (and the reason I keep captioning Estinien and Frog doing dragon stuff as "work never being done" is them chasing that high again by tying up loose ends like taking Vrtra to visit Hraesvelgr or Middy, or taking Azdaja and Middy out for curry together).

That night on the steppe, they camped out together and shared a drink and the spoils of a hunt, Orn Khai was asleep by the fire. And completely unprompted Frog and Estinien both decided at the same moment to swoop in for a kiss, which lasted roughly 3 seconds and they broke apart like "woah, no, that was weird. We don't need to do that again. Nope. Sorry." and they instead solemnly vowed their friendship, and then laughed about it and decided to take that incident to their graves.

(At this point Frog had no idea Estinien had literally ever had a relationship in his life, never mind having been with Haurchefant as well and technically at the same time as her since Haurche had only nebulously mentioned "other partners"; Estinien did know she had been madly in love with Haurchefant, and Aymeric, who in turn Estinien had his suspicions was madly in love with Frog since like, seeing them interact once even in early HW. So it was a bit of a shock to her but he'd been idly contemplating her place in all this now for a while. But since he, Frog and Aymeric were all technically single or on a break or whatever Estinien thought he was doing while ghosting Aymeric for his own mental health SB > ShB patches, there weren't any of those connections to actually like. Build anything on.)

Fast forward to Endwalker, and I'm fully on the "Ysayle needs to know she won and Estinien has gone full dragonfucker" train, because he and Vrtra are an incredible power couple and it really represents to me a sort of final stop on Estinien needing to come to terms with everything that happened to him ever in his life and having accepted all sides of both the grand scope of history and also his own relationship to dragons, Nidhogg, and relations with dragons. He returns to R-a-H post-EW very very intrigued by what Vrtra wants with him, and they pretty much immediately get together.

I think by this point he's also encountered Aymeric enough times to have started to realise they never really broke up so much as stopped seeing each other, and Aymeric is exactly as devoted to him as he was last time they met, and Estinien only actually feels guilty about avoiding him so long, and mostly because Ishgard itself gives him the heebie jeebies immediately after HW and nothing to do with what Aymeric has done or not. So he's completely ready to resume that and just needs an excuse.

Which of course is Vrtra suggesting gently that there's a valuable connection there for Estinien and for the future of the two cities. AND Frog is on his case about seeing if Vrtra wants to meet the Dravanian dragons. Which he does. And then it only belatedly occurs to him when standing in Ishgard with Aymeric that maybe Frog also was manoeuvring. (I actually credit more G'raha machinations that Frog enacted, if you dig deeper :P)

Aymeric sort of ends up the orbiting twin star to the centre of the Frogicule, since he's the connection to all that and brings this whole side in, and considering all the pining on Frog's side to others, he's really got the more stable side of it all somehow...

She's glad of it because most of why she broke Aymeric's heart in the first place post-HW is because she thought it was cruelly unfair how little time she could spare for him and that he would only be mistreated by her coming in and out of his life at random.

The solution? A SECOND partner who comes in and out of his life at random and has very little tolerance for being in Ishgard! \o/ Between the two of them, maybe they add up to one full time partner?

(cue both of them getting on ships to Tural without consulting each other)

I don't think she goes out of her way to avoid seeing Estinien and Aymeric at the same time or finds it at all uncomfortable (low boundaries between them after all), but also she and Estinien are mutually uninterested in each other romantically and only passingly physically so aren't really interested in anything more than perhaps sharing a bed for platonic sleeping with a nice comfy buffer of Aymeric. It's easier just to enjoy spending time with them doing fun things like hanging out in the Firmament chatting to dragons and eating fair food, then take her catboy and leave. To the catboy's eternal disappointment. (Sorry G'raha, now this post isn't about you and we're talking Estinien today!)

Aymeric is here at this party realising he'd bed literally anyone there including Big!Varshahn (jury out on how he'd take to actual dragonfucking but it's like. A Catholic guilt loophole meeting a dragon who looks like a guy.) I don't think Vrtra and Aymeric are quite ready for anything but the simple fact of his existence is like an accessory that's making Estinien 1000x hotter in Aymeric's eyes I guess. Ser, that's a fellow head of state, please stop objectifying him.

Aymeric can not believe his luck that in a matter of months he's gone from staring forlornly out of a window alone to glancing between his hot girlfriend and his hot boyfriend, and is suddenly thrilled to go down in history as Ishgard's most eligible bachelor (never married, so many close friendships, all his letters and diaries spontaneously combusted on his death, how sad).

... as stated before, I am such a fan of Aymeric being a messy bitch who lives for drama and also is full of Secret Yearning and Weird Thoughts and would do wildly unstable things while projecting an aura of control and calm. Literally who knows if five to ten actual years down the line he and Vrtra end up publically married to unite their countries forever or something, but for now, this is where we're at.

Frog is just happy everyone is happy, and lacking the Ishgardian upbringing had given zero thought to Vrtra as a sex object and actively restricts herself from patting big!Varshahn on the head like he is still tiny. Little-brother-gender dragon snares another big sister. Estinien's love life remains a blissful mystery to her except for occasionally comparing calendars with Aymeric and swerving around the weekends he's blocked off for Estinien.

#ffxivpolyamweek24 #ffxivpolyamoryweek2024 #ffxiv #endwalker spoilers #shadowbringers spoilers #stormblood spoilers #heavensward spoilers #vrtra #estinien varlineau #aymeric de borel #g'raha tia #bounding frog #posing in the firmament is great because there's 10000000 actors in the open world but also terrible #because people will be running up to Ehll Tou with custom deliveries #posed at 8am GMT on an American server :P

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zablife · 2 years ago

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Aurora Meets Rose

Rose Solomons x Aurora Sabini Changretta

Author's Note: Written for @raincoffeeandfandoms birthday event celebrating the Peaky fandoms' female OCs! Happy birthday, darling 🎈These lovely OCs are the brain child of @raincoffeeandfandoms (Rose Solomons) and myself (Aurora Changretta). I'm sorry it's so angsty, Flor, but Rose is the heroine here rescuing Aurora from a life of misery so I thought this was a nice tribute to your OC! I hope you agree. This will be part of a larger work titled My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars coming soon! (Based on this moodboard with a few changes.)

Warnings: mention of terminal illness, mention of domestic abuse, mention of blood

Rose expected someone quite different from the woman she was meeting today. She’d heard Aurora Changretta was a tigress, someone who never gave an inch to her enemies. However, the woman who stood before her bloodied and broken was not in a position to argue. She might listen to the plea on Rose’s lips so she began in earnest.

As Rose handed over a flannel dipped in cool water, she admitted what she wanted. “I’ll be blunt, Mrs. Changretta. My Alfie has cancer. He’s riddled with it. The doctors say it’s probably from the gas during the war,” she explained with furrowed brow as though she didn’t understand or believe the words that came from her lips. However, Aurora knew them to be true. They were the admission of someone who loved deeply and had not yet come to terms with an imminent loss.

“I’m sorry,” Aurora responded. “But I don’t see how I can help,” she admitted.

Rose cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders, rising to her full height. “You can get that man out there to go home. Leave us in peace for the days we have left,” she asserted.

Aurora bit her lip to keep a bitter laugh from escaping. Instead she just shook her head. Taking a deep breath she turned to Rose and spoke slowly to make the other woman realize her predicament. “You think I tell him the ways of the world? No, he doesn’t listen to me anymore,” she admitted, dabbing at her wounds. “He has very little use for me these days,” Aurora admitted in a soft whisper.

“You’d die by his hand? Because that’s where you’re headed, love,” Rose warned, recalling her own difficult past. “Won’t you try?”

Aurora paused for a moment, a trickle of bloody water running down her elbow. This went against everything Aurora had ever been taught. You never spoke against your family, no matter what happened. Her parents ingrained that in her at an early age. However, her parents’ marriage had been one based on love and respect.

As she sat in the damp distillery, listening to the distant sound of machinery, she thought of her future with Luca and his intention to crush her beneath him became abundantly clear. He didn’t care for her as he once did. When the money and the resources were gone, he would dispose of her.

Finally Aurora mumbled one word into the darkness of the small room, keeping her voice low in case Luca was nearby. “How?”

Rose inhaled a sharp breath, chin rising suddenly with renewed hope to meet Aurora’s wide hazel eyes, full of questions and doubt. She knew how hard it would be to ask this of kind of trust from a stranger, but if she could convince her to take the first step, the rest would fall into place.

“We get you to Tommy Shelby,” Rose said confidently.

Aurora shook her head violently. “No, please. He’ll kill me.”

“He won’t. He’s not Luca,” Rose promised, rushing the rest of her speech for fear Aurora might bolt in fear. “This vendetta was started by the Changrettas and your husband is using your family to fund his war. Now he’s asking my husband to help. It won’t stop unless we say so. We can stop him, Aurora. Will you join me?” Rose asked, reaching for Aurora’s bloodied hand.

Aurora’s lip trembled thinking of crossing Luca, but she had had enough. If there was one thing her father taught her it was to fight for her own interests and she knew she still had fight within her.

“Yes, I’ll help you,” Aurora agreed on a shaky breath, reaching for Rose.

“We’ll protect you, I promise,” Rose said, intertwining her fingers with Aurora’s stained fingertips. The blood that tainted her would soon be washed clean.

#Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine

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punkscowardschampions · 7 months ago

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Roses pt.4

Moses: [they are both elated on this day because it cannot be overstated how perfect her reactions are for him, she truly gives him everything he wants in the absolute mix of what Edie and Ali used to and what they would never, really scratching that itch the way nobody else has ever, KISSING her SO HARD when she demands directions to his because it’s such a jali fuck you and he LOVES it not to mention the prospect of her coming home with him, thank god he didn’t put his seatbelt on because he’s truly up in her grill aggressively making out with her, only breaking away when someone’s headlights go past their parked car and remind him that they are supposed to be driving away before someone asks them if they’ve got car trouble/otherwise involves themselves in what is going on, showing her again how to start this car because y’all were v distracted when he first showed up, putting his hand over hers until it is, then teaching her everything she needs to know to reverse out, giving when my boo and auntie max have to help me]

Rio: [oh lads, you’d be very cute if this was in any way age-appropriate but that’s simply not going to fly with anyone I fear, not after being her step-father, however for you two in the moment y’all are truly living laughing loving, making out with him once again like you have nowhere else to be and so close to once again taking your seatbelt off but the headlights stop you just in time, giving him the most sorry not sorry look of all time, very knowing you’re going to get away with your bad behaviour; can actually learn some things here, trying to pay attention because you’d have some idea and would want to show you can do this to impress him but it’s also a dreamy situation for him to be teaching you so you gotta be a little 😍 too]

Moses: [oops my boo be shipping that’s Winnie’s masterplan I fear, soz not soz everyone that he’s giving her an actual (albeit v flirty) driving lesson all the way to wherever he’s living, it’s still a site whether or not it’s the site Sophie Turner moved back to with Johnny when his mum got ill or you’ve gone somewhere else, you’re welcome for the mostly quiet country roads made quieter by whatever time it is at this point because neither of you can concentrate that hard, we will catch him throwing her underwear out of the window while she’s driving like I said, so soz too to anyone that finds that]

Rio: [like obviously it cannot happen but it’s also not something you would do if you didn’t believe in it so there’s no point you denying it hun, that would make you a lot worse if you were just banging him lol that’s unhinged; but yes, here having a marvellous time getting to drive this sports car and even though you won’t go as fast as he did you’ll be going faster than you have ever just played around in your mum’s vehicles or whatever before now and it’ll feel EXHILARATING mixed with the combination of what you’ve done here and the fact you’re going to stay the night and lie that you’re over a friend’s, thank god sophie turner nor ronan will be there if they ever were because y’all do not need that level of confrontation of your crimes out the gate and they’d definitely recognise you lol; shaking your head and tutting at him playfully ‘they were really nice’ like excuse me, might’ve wanted those back because obviously you wore good underwear, you knew what was going to happen here]

Moses: [jemily regrets nothing we’re having a marvellous time, this man is the type of man who always carries SO much cash so getting his wallet out and stacking some euro notes on her thigh exactly where he put his hand earlier when he was driving ‘that nice?’ with a look like or do you need some more, but obvs he’s adding more money without waiting for her to answer, just keeping going adding whatever notes he’s pulling out without checking, seeing how many will be piled up before she tells him to stop, it’s a game like his speed creeping up when he drove or their behaviour escalating but it’s also serious because culturally yes he does wanna provide for her like a daughter/wife, we all remember when Johnny gave Ali that money]

Rio: [mhmm, we remember it all too well, saving for their life that they didn’t get to live until now, gah; thank goodness this isn’t the second after you’ve banged so we don’t get in our head that we’re being paid for here because not the mood, not you honestly telling him how much these undies cost as if he’ll take away this whole stack like okay then because he’s obviously put SO much more cash on you and you aren’t going to pretend you don’t love to see it, for whomst, here instead trying to focus on the road and staying DEADLY still so it doesn’t collapse and go everywhere]

Moses: [imagine if he was paying her off like go away and keep your mouth shut, not the vibe, do take a note away but so you can snort some more drugs off the car’s dashboard and then putting it straight back with some more because he couldn’t give less of a fuck how much they actually cost clearly he’s having too much fun, letting the stack collapse into her lap because you jenga’d said note out instead of taking the one from the top case in point, who can say if some is falling to the floor also, he’ll worry about that later, building the tower back up so you can touch her not because it matters]

Rio: [devastating, this girl has enough trauma of Buster rebuffing her any time anything has remotely happened between them, she would have to run off into the night casually and that is not practical or safe, never mind the heartbreaking nature, no thank you lol; here watching him like he is the child right now, very oh you about this, we’re not going to be concerned about your money ‘cos it ain’t ours to count but we do find you amusing, picking up a few of these notes and putting them under your bra strap, would put some in your underwear band too but he’s got rid of them so you cannot, reaching over to wipe the drug residue from under his nose with your thumb (which is something Buster has done to her in iterations if not this one yet), licking it off ‘you don’t mind, me coming back’ bit late to check in once you’ve demanded but you know he doesn’t so you’re just saying it to have him say it back]

Moses: [the game has now changed to how many notes can he fit down her top/dress in the cleavage this girl has regardless, very distracting when she’s trying to drive but does he care, no, it’s rude he hasn’t offered her any this time but it’s even ruder that the ruster happened when we did the newest st paddys before this redo we’re on now so it hasn’t happened yet here, they’ve barely interacted in person though so I’m sure it will ‘I’d mind you going home’ because he would he doesn’t want her to go]

Rio: [rude but a good thing because you’re far more likely to crash than he is and we don’t need to stack your odds any harder when you’re already too distracted by him doing this, as proven by you accidentally putting your foot down on the pedal because you’re pressing into his hands unthinkingly and you have to remind yourself to chill and pull it back, still LOOKING over at him before you do ‘I don’t want to’ because you do not and you are not going to, taking a hand off the wheel to GRAB his ‘I want to be with you’ as if that wasn’t painfully obvious]

Moses: [the way he reacts the opposite way a responsible person would to her speeding up is the realest, out here pushing her foot off the pedal with his own and putting his foot down so they’re going faster than she has so far, LOOKING at her and HANHOLDING as they speed ‘you’re with me’ how these boys say it not at all casually which means you’re mine]

Rio: [‘don’t let me crash’ because like him displaying his dominance and strength over you, this is hot but you need to know he’s in control so you can’t genuinely drive y’all off the road and straight into a ditch or a tree, we meant that don’t with our whole chest, which is hitching because we’re !! at this development, still got all these notes just peeking out too nbd ‘tell me what to do’ because you’re his but again, like show me]

Moses: [‘Nothing is gonna happen to you unless I want it to’ because that’s the tea he is in control to a degree that this poor gal doesn’t even fathom yet, using their handholding to take the wheel and correct her slightly where she has drifted off course because of being distracted af, telling her to take some kind of turn or in some way deviate from the way they were going, he isn’t telling her why, whether it’s a shortcut because he’s impatient to get her back or he’s taking a lil detour to take her somewhere else first, because that’s up to Winnie to decide, it’s his choose your own adventure moment cos both are moods]

Rio: [nodding, keep having to look back at him even though you’re trying to look at the road because you can’t not and you’re also showing him that ‘I trust you’ every time you look away and let him do the driving, saying it again but with a curious smile like what are you up to when he turns y’all into this detour, I suppose you’ve already had to pull over and time depending, where else would yous go rn, Edward Bear must find out further deets and decide]

Moses: [I agree I’m on team shortcut because I just know it would be through somewhere they are absolutely not supposed to go because it’s literally dangerous especially in this sports car because countryside and they could literally get stranded/cause damage to this car/themselves, once again we will let you get back safe actually though but the adrenaline will spike again because she’s being a good driver and the journey is not dramatic enough for this man lol, plus like I said, he’s impatient to get her back, testing the trust she has for him by making her lowkey go off roading hehe]

Rio: [We in agreeance and I hope your car does get a little fucked, purely for our knowledge because I know you won’t care and it will not be the first time that’s happened but still, a sports car for off-roading is the opposite of what you need and thus you must, as well as to prove yourself here, taking a hand off the wheel and running it down his thigh, PUSHING his leg down to accelerate and really GRIPPING into his flesh about it, y’all are both going to be getting bounced around like crazy which will make you laugh at how jittery everything has got]

Moses: [it tracks for the vibe of everything y’all have done so far and will continue to do and yeah his car getting fucked up is necessary because we aren’t letting y’all but we are trying to be semi realistic that there are consequences even though they don’t care about them, put your seatbelt on so you don’t get thrown around more than is fun and while you do, tell her how much time this shortcut takes off the ETA of getting to his because you want her to know just how impatient you are, it’s giving that it cuts the time in half or something wild hence you’re doing it, cray as he is he wouldn’t fuck his car up for the sake of 10 mins lol]

Rio: [exactement, and if not this time another time you’re sneaking, we could have it made clear that you aren’t where you said you were and with who, there are lots of little ways to do it without doing the big #expose before we want to, ANYWAYS; gasping like how rude when he puts his seatbelt on for the first time, like it’s your driving and not the terrain, oh the casual not at all casual heart eyes you then throw at him because SUCH a compliment that he needs to get you back that fast and it’s all down to you, smiling to yourself smugly like hehe, speeding up a smidge to reward him]

Moses: [yeah all the scenarios we can do will be really fun, I say Win play illicit affairs, not you immediately taking your seatbelt off like oh okay you don’t want me to wear it I won’t, waiting to see if how she’ll react because you shamelessly want her to be 🥺 like omg nooo put it back on and be safe obvs esp because she has sped up]

Rio: [we’re gonna have a ball baby boy, as these fools are because we know that’s the sort of girl she is, everyone’s mum alert, frowning at him to the degree it’s ALMOST a scowl like no, lifting off the speed but not hitting the break, just going what would feel a snail’s pace in comparison to how you have been moving ‘daddy’ in that serious way kids tell you off sometimes and it’s like ooh okay, that’s me told]

Moses: [she is that girl and he knows it because he has known her since she was a literal baby, the shameless ploy was always going to work, crossing his arms to playfully mock her because she would if she could rn but she’s driving, so amused and so here for it, we all know he’s recounting some story of when she was little and told him off in that exact way and even if he is getting some of the deets wrong how always he do she won’t necessarily remember because she was young at the time so he’ll get away with it]

Rio: [‘even your arms aren’t that strong’ like he’s showing you that he doesn’t need a seatbelt when he can just use these lol, reaching over to do his seatbelt for him in that very harassed way when you’re trying to drive and your kid asks you to do anything and you’re like ahh but you’re softening so much at this story and the way he’s telling it, you’re instantly 🥺 all over again, softly saying the Gypsy word for daddy instead, how Edie would’ve and you would’ve before you understood that Caleb was meant to be your dad and it might upset him (though he’d have to be around to know about it, FLOP) and all that strange step-family politics that comes with ‘I’m so bossy’ chastising yourself because when peeps don’t want your mothering you would hear that OFTEN]

Moses: [committing the absolute cliche of GRABBING her arm and stopping her from clicking that seatbelt in just to show her how strong he is and how easily he can overpower her and be the bossy one, it’s giving a wrist grab which upsets me because you are not Buster sir but I must do it because he is not and the parallels/absolute differences between the same gesture are important because he’s doing it HARDER than my boy ever would even at his most !! like you know when you feel shit move in your wrist that’s how hard he’s doing this, but only for a beat, returning to the hookup this will only hurt for a sec energy because it would hurt, but then he’s letting go and clicking the seatbelt in himself, again to be the one in control of this, the way the story did not pause or falter for any of that though is actually insane btw, he’s still speaking and telling this adorable story like he didn’t just show he could break her wrist if he wanted, softening himself immediately for her doing it because that word will always get him like nothing else, playing with her fingers so gently in contrast, all of this happening so quickly it’d be such a rollercoaster headfuck of different sensations, shaking his head ‘you know what you really are’ like bossy is not it because she does exactly what he wants and follows his lead always]

Rio: [me like you did not have to prove that assertion wrong but clearly we did and oh my; we’d already be shocked by it because it is such a Buster thing to do to the point you’d have that split second of is it him even though that is quite literally impossible and thus ridiculous but your brain just went there and you do not want your brain to go there so you’re putting your foot down as the tightness of his grip increases and getting up to mad speeds as you wince only partly from the pressure and more from the reminder of Buster, shaking your head in a different way to him, like you’re clearing it with the motion, slowing down from your breakneck speed and looking at him ‘and now so do you’]

Moses: [‘where’d you go?’ because you know she drifted off somewhere for a sec there, it’s said casually but the addition of the gypsy word for baby would feel and is meant to make it lowkey accusatory like excuse me you’re MY baby how dare you just check out when you’re with me]

Rio: [rolling your eyes to try and break the tension like ugh, sorry, what am I like ‘this kid used to always grab me like that, to be annoying’ downplaying it as much as you can without telling a lie about it, making it sound like it’s ancient history and just another walk down memory lane as he’s telling you this childhood story it’s made you think about that time]

Moses: [you’d have no reason to disbelieve it so I’m gonna say you do, none of these boys are masterminds we’ve never said that, so making your own face like oh okay fuck that kid but otherwise leaving it at that, put music back on but picking a songs to blast that fit the childhood memory lane of it all even if it’s giving disney soundtrack with how little girl it is, something that you remember her always wanting you to play in the car is the point]

Rio: [when your childhood was the frozen, moana so on and so forth era so what an absolute bop this undoubtedly is that Moses would be so thrilled to play for y’all, grinning at him once again like you’re that child because he’s clearly remembered this correctly and you’re buzzing, just SANGING it out because of course you still know the words]

Moses: [like, it could also be an absolute pop banger of whatever year but we get the point either way, when you’re used to Edie being shy of her singing now especially in front of you so you’re lowkey shooketh that she’s singing her heart out but in the best way, I’m sure she’s decent too because all of Alison’s children are p talented musically even if they don’t actively pursue it and you’re a church going girlie and we all know that helps too, he’ll be here full heart eyes once again just enjoying this totally for everything it is]

Rio: [mhmm, all these kids can sing well enough and it’s mostly about a presence which Rio undeniably has, even pissing about here in your car, looking at him and gesturing like sing along even though you don’t really expect him to remember the words and you’re still heart eyes that he remembered the song full stop, in an instrumental interlude, asking ‘did we cramp your style?’ because the lifestyle change was real and you want to know how he felt]

Moses: [^^ she’s her mother’s daughter with that same presence her atm unborn baby sister also has, it’s what everyone’s here for about Ali so he would be therefore about this gal too, gesturing for her to carry on like I couldn’t possibly steal your thunder girl but really he just isn’t that bitch that he’s gonna join in ‘’course not’ which could read as omg no ily so much you could never but I know actually means that he still did exactly what he wanted to do even as a father to these 3 children because it was Ali who was putting in the work and he was just doing the bits he found fun or that said children would love him for, exactly like he’s still doing with Edie to this day]

Rio: [so like a man, you wouldn’t expect to do anything else to be father of the year and Ali would honestly not be asking much because she just needed the romantic distraction shamelessly and you weren’t an out and out dick so free pass was given tbh ‘but you don’t want to do it again?’ when you genuinely were just asking conversationally because he didn’t have a hard go of it so why not have more than the one but because y’all have just banged you feel like it looks like you’ve just asked him for yourself and you’re going BRIGHT RED about it like oh no ‘not like that’ like I am sorry lol]

Moses: [it’s the realest, you were there to fuck Alison senseless and you did sir, we all know, not to mention give her some feeling of safety and security which you also did, ‘I didn’t’ not you shamelessly hinting here that you’d do it again with her but not outright saying it so you could just mean at the time no but this is a different time/you’re older etc, go to jail, watching her go even redder undeniably at that anyway, reaching out and rubbing his knuckles across her hot af cheek]

Rio: [when you are pretty sure he’s teasing you but that doesn’t save you from getting redder because you’re still THINKING about it now and wondering why the hell you had to bring that up, biting your lip when he runs his knuckles across your cheek, making a little !! noise that he probably can’t hear but you can see her lips move when she does it ‘I never imagined a future without kids’ doing a little shrug, because it’s true but now you’re like well can I have anything I wanted or is none of it going to happen]

Moses: [you’d always feel a little bit like this man is teasing you because that’s so his vibe and sometimes it’s nastier than other times, here and now you’re both clearly into the pretence like you were when you were talking before and it got brought up and in, bringing his knuckle to her lip when it moves, just resting it there for a sec ‘at your age I never imagined the future’ cos lowkey you still don’t you’re very live in the moment though I’m sure it’s harder to be now at your big age and you have to a bit more now]

Rio: [kissing it again, in this brief moment ‘Reckon it’s a better way to live’ because feeling like you’ve put all your eggs in one basket and now you have to rethink everything and of course, feeling like Buster is obsessed with his future and that’s all that matters to him which is a personal hurt at this moment in time so yeah, you’d rather follow your impulses too for the now ‘would you have liked me?’ raising a brow, signalling that he can be honest about it]

Moses: [a shrug because honestly you’re clearly not 100% happy with how you’ve been living and feel like something is missing or this wouldn’t have happened from your end cos like my boo said you’re not just banging each other and you’ve both got your own reasons for wanting this ‘you don’t need to ask’ in a we both know I would’ve way not a stfu way because she’s hot and does as she’s told but without being the utter doormat his mother is and all the other things he likes and has always looked for]

Rio: [cocking your head towards him but keeping your eyes forward, like you can talk to me about it because he said he genuinely wanted to talk and we do too even though we aren’t mad how we’ve ended up today, not forcing him to and only leaving a beat of silence before carrying on so the vibe is not awkward ‘but I’m such a needy little baby’ using the Gypsy word once again for baby, sending yourself up here for asking a question you know the answer to but also you got bants because you know that’s exactly why he likes you now]

Moses: [when you clearly do wanna talk about it but getting into it when she’s driving and can’t give you the full attention you’d obvs want if you do open up on any level doesn’t feel like the move ‘I like needy’ because you do, no bants detected, even if sometimes depending what mood you’re in what you like is to reject that neediness as you did with poor Carly and you defs do with some of these wives whereas you’re here for it with others, soz not soz he’s led by vibes and whims ‘and babies’ but using the gypsy word for them too]

Rio: [real, y’all got time to talk and the time is not now when you’re getting across some field or something to cut time off this journey lol, nodding because you know both these things about him and you are here for them both, smiling about it ‘they’ll want me to work as a babysitter not a barmaid before too long’ because baby Maggie is cooking and it’s a weird vibe even if we are ultimately excited it’s still like okay, got here very quickly]

Moses: [‘but you’re tiny’ to playfully mock her again like no no you can’t you’re just a lil baby yourself you just said so but then he’s remembering how small she is with vivid flashbacks to all of their antics, and therefore he’s LOOKING at her ‘so very very small’ said INDECENTLY with all the emphasis]

Rio: [about to say something sassy about not being too tiny to serve him pints or something but then he’s LOOKING at you when you glance over and then he says that and you are also having those FLASHBACKS, pushing some of your hair behind your ear and lifting it off your neck like you’re having a hot flush casually ‘please say we’re close now’ because we ain’t even gonna make it to this club energy has reentered the chat]

Moses: [WATCHING her messing with her hair like she’s doing a way more indecent thing over there because it’s getting to you like that as are the bombardment of flashbacks, launching himself at her to KISS the back of her neck and behind her ear in SUCH an extra way, messing with her hair himself obvs more than she ever did ‘I’ll get you close again’ because he said he was earlier in the sauciest way possible and that’s how it’s meant rn]

Rio: [GASPING like he just bit you or something more dramatic than just a kiss because WHAT a kiss and there’s nothing just about it, reaching a hand behind to find him, feel him, even though you’re then going to say ‘I’ll crash’ like keep your hands on the wheel and eyes on the road then miss ma’am but we know you won’t and you aren’t stopping driving even though you could ‘but I miss you’ as if it’s been FOREVER when you’ve barely left each other alone]

Moses: [‘we won’t’ all the emphasis on we because this is a team effort now, reaching for the wheel so she can take her hands off it and do whatever she wants with them, his eyes are absolutely never on the road though and this moment is no exception because he’s kissing the side of her neck now like it’s his job, however they gotta play musical chairs while driving he doesn’t care and will never, MOANING against her skin and cray pulse like it’s been forever as his I miss you too because duh]

Rio: [turning your head and pulling his up to kiss him on the mouth HARD for this we correction, no one is looking at the road and it isn’t a lingering kiss but it’s also not brief enough for all that, biting his lip as the to be continued promise you don’t need to make ‘am I allowed to touch you now?’ pondering aloud as you start to undo his trousers like hmm, will you slap me away this time, I don’t think so]

Moses: [we all know not only is he allowing it he’s telling her exactly what to do at every point, like not only are you gonna touch me but THIS is what you’re gonna do hun, because his hands are on the wheel so he can’t show her that way how he’s been doing with driving and so many other things, who can say what he’s into, not I because I’m not a man nor have I ever touched one like that, while driving or otherwise, and I would cringe us both to death if I tried to guess lol, we’re not recovered enough from Susan’s cringe yet lol, the important thing to note is that he is actually watching the road, if only to spur her on to do the most and get him to look away, nevertheless, it’s still the first time he has given driving any of his attention at all so we’ll take it]

Rio: [you know we’re about this and taking it as seriously as your driving lesson, determined to do a good job, watching his face the most intently you have so far because he isn’t looking and you don’t have to hold back at all, can also watch his reactions and spur him on when you see he’s into something and pull back when you want to tease him a little to make it hit when you give him what he wants, kissing his neck and tickling him with your hair (however accidentally because it’s everywhere) in a distracting way ‘you’re a good teacher’ casually, like you’re just commenting on the driving and nothing else]

Moses: [the fact that this is all occurring as they are off-roading an unsuitable car through a field is so funny to me and we must never forget, even though this pair absolutely give no fucks about their surroundings, nodding purely so that it adds to her antics but he couldn’t agree more about how great he is either obvs ‘told you you’ve no need of school’ like it’s casual and a commentary on how lame school is but he’s taking a hand off the wheel so he can hold onto her wrist for a sec, circling his fingers around it like when they were talking about being handcuffed together before and her holding his wrist during the tattoo, all that, like nbd I’ll just willingly keep you away from everywhere and everyone but me]

Rio: [truly, the unhinged nature of this must not be overlooked lmao like it’s made for a memorable first time I will give you that, not about to forget this night in a hurry; shifting in your seat, pushing your thighs together TIGHTLY, increasing your efforts for this sec too, breathing more !! ‘I’d learn so much more being with you’ because you aren’t a school hater but you also know the sort of thing you want to do and feel annoyed that you are too young to do any of it yet, plus the prospect of staying with him is very tempting when you think about it right now ‘Wish I didn’t have to go’ letting out a sigh, disguising the fact you’re regulating your breathing only slightly]

Moses: [another smug smirk like yeah I know you would and because he’s fully aware of her shifting in her seat even if he’s not looking ‘what else did I tell you?’ because he’s told her before in their convo that she doesn’t have to when she was talking about her uniform etc, LOOKING at her then, briefly, and he’s putting both hands back on the wheel again as if that compensates, but not that brief much like her kiss before]

Rio: [the sound of you against the leather is hiding no sins and we know it, smirking as you look down into your lap, going pink about it ‘but you said I couldn’t be your baby too’ suddenly pouting at this memory like that was SO mean but then we’re letting spit drop down into your lap so we can use that to ramp up how we’re touching you]

Moses: [‘it was your fault, teasing me about your other daddy’ STARING at this pout which turns into ofc watching this spit go ‘that was cruel’ like no no YOU’RE so mean, not watching the antics and watching the road again like he’s that mad about it but his body’s reaction is absolutely feral and giving the complete opposite]

Rio: [‘you made me jealous too, I’ve always been jealous of the relationship Edie has with you’ the tea even though you’re saying it now and so indecently you’re also not lying, like, can’t overstate how much this has you losing control and doing the most to him rn ‘I’d do anything for that’]

Moses: [oh lads, it really is the tea and he couldn’t be more into it either, because he literally needs to own that girl like she’s his possession and be the complete centre of her universe and have her obsessed with him, which he clearly did when she was younger but now Edie’s sick of his shit and edam are starting to turn romantic from platonic so he’s losing that and therefore intends to just transfer it to Rio instead, I can’t overstate how much he’s losing it, watch this car go into a pothole on this uneven terrain in a sec because he is NOT concentrating, instead closing his eyes because he’s so overwhelmed by the pleasure of this ‘keep doing what you’re doing and you can have it’ however long that takes him to say and however incoherently]

Rio: [mhmm and Caleb has really done a psychological number on you you don’t even want to address but you know it explains so much of why you’re here but the important thing is we are here and LOSING IT with him ‘You’re the best one, the only one I’d pick, every time’ sounds like you’re just hyping him up but you mean it, not you lowering your head instead of looking out the window like I need you to lmao, breathing against his dick like you have each other’s skin ‘say you want me to be your baby’ letting your tongue flick against him as you say this]

Moses: [Caleb has gifted us so many plot points with the ways he fucks up his 3 daughters alone, oh sir, me and my boo like guys this car is DRIFTING please concentrate before you hit this mini ditch HARD but they aren’t ‘mine’ as a MOAN because of course he does, no notes, taking a hand off the wheel once again to HOLD the back of her neck and her in place so possessively as if she was gonna go anywhere]

Rio: [thanks for that and nothing else floptina, y’all are going to crash but it’ll be a mini crash because you’re lowkey just forgetting to drive at all so at least we don’t have to truly injure yous this time even if it’s a bit of a shock, in this state we’re not giving a fuck about anything but what’s happening in this car, the way you MOAN around him so loudly because you couldn’t be more turned on and if you weren’t literally sucking dick you’d be screaming about it, putting your hands on top of his so you’re really pushing down and have no choice but to do this because that’s what you want]

Moses: [we’ll time it so y’all don’t have this crash at a moment when she could accidentally bite his dick off, deserved as that would be lol, you’re welcome, because he couldn’t be more turned on either and would be having too much fun fully controlling this girl’s head and every move so this needs to occur before either of you will even vaguely calm down, doing the absolute most HOLDING the back of her head too, she’s gonna have a headache even if she wasn’t already concussed from earlier]

Rio: [we’ll be cinematic about it and let you cum just as y’all start to crash because losing control will look slightly less unhinged with that reasoning but we all know what the truth is about what just happened, y’all loved every second of it, potential head injuries and all]

Moses: [yes we simply must, this man is nothing if not a hot cliche and in no world could you not cum as hard as he’s going to without crashing, here jemily are again with their realistic consequences, you’re welcome his car is getting more fucked up than y’all cos we could’ve been a lot meaner than we are, find them in this mini ditch but this man couldn’t care less because he sure did love every second of that and he couldn’t love her more ‘was the first lad you sucked off driving?’ because you know he wasn’t as that would be unhinged and also he’s gonna be nearer her age even if he’s a bit older so it’s even less likely, saying it like you’re welcome because I said I’d undo that for you, here’s a first that’s better]

Rio: [mhmm, y’all are very welcome for everything that just occurred and everything that didn’t, once the car has fully stopped and you can’t get thrown around any more, fully taking your seatbelt off (which would’ve been cutting into you so hard with the shit you were doing) and crawling into his lap so you’re fully face to face ‘he was nothing like you’ said like how could he be, very dismissively because it wasn’t a mood before nevermind now you have something to compare it to ‘you meant what you said’ because you two were running your mouths before he even got here but he’s not gone back on it so you’re SO overjoyed about that]

Moses: [pushing her hair off her face with both hands when she’s in his lap because it would be in a wild state after how much y’all have both touched it and everywhere and he wants to be FULLY face to face seeing her, lifting it off her neck too like she did when she was flustered before, knowing that they’ll be some kind of mark there from how he was gripping onto her during those antics but it’s not there yet so a lil disappointed noise and face like how dare those bruises not be instant when I want them rn immediately, instead running his hands over her body where that seatbelt would’ve been cutting in from her antics and then their abrupt stop to see if it hurts ‘you mean the world to me, baby’ as he’s doing this]

Rio: [🥺 at his disappointed noise and face as if you can do anything about it and make the bruises show quicker, putting her own hands around her throat like you’ll sort this rather than him be disappointed in you, can stop when he starts touching your body though because it definitely would hurt, lifting any clothes necessary so you can see better where it’s really cut into your waist, wincing slightly but you’re too distracted by what he said to be genuinely concerned about any of your injuries ‘I think I’m in love with you’ because you are your mother’s daughter and you’ve said you love him but in love is a different thing altogether]

Moses: [STARING at her hands around her throat because we all know he’d put his over hers if they weren’t already doing something with her hair, but then his GAZE obviously switches to the skin she’s exposing and her potential other injuries being revealed ‘I know you are’ as he’s kissing these seatbelt injuries better so gently like omg I’m so sorry you’re hurt when he’s nothing of the sort or he’d calm down, the arrogance but also it is blatant so you’re not wrong, anyone else who was here if anyone was would see it too]

Rio: [meeting his GAZE briefly before looking away, checking his body over with your eyes as well as your hands, leaving the subject because the fact he responded so casually and didn’t try to tell you no is all you needed to hear in this moment, closing your eyes as he’s kissing you like that ‘can I have a bath at yours?’ because not a bad idea for all the reasons now]

Moses: [smiling because you think that’s a good idea ofc you do pervert ‘no sharing with your sister tonight’ because as babies they would’ve shared always being that close in age and he’s definitely done baths because a fun activity when you only care about playing with toys and flooding the bathroom with water and bubbles, the absolute carnage this man would cause with any of his childcare, winding these children up right before bed when it’s supposed to be calm]

Rio: [my boo says I’ve got your number sweaty and she’s so right for that, smiling at him BIG ‘but I’ll share with you’ shrugging your shoulders casually as you so obviously imagine washing his entire body, running your hands across him until they end up in his hair again ‘we’ll have to use fairy for the bubbles’ clocking him for not having bubble bath lmao, gotta get creative]

Moses: [‘I don’t reckon we’ll both fit’ to remind her how BIG he is lest she ever forget, plus he lives in a caravan realistically so it’s probably a small bath like ours, as he pulls her closer and right to him, like even like this, a shameless excuse to cradle her too though basically because she’s touched him so much and they’re both as shamelessly gonna be imagining the creative positions they could and would have to be in, LOL boo drag him that’s so real, but nevertheless him being like, you can use my [insert his expensive shower gel or shampoo here] because he’s so willing to just let her waste it for bubbles, flaunting that wealth again]

Rio: [looking at him like hm, true ‘I was smaller when we could fit all 3 of us in’ laying your head on his chest like you’re so defeated about this and don’t just want to be on him and have him holding you once again, making an excited noise ‘I’ll smell like you, when you’re gone, I can remember’ sniffing him now for dramatic effect even though you both smell like sex and leather seats at this point and nothing else, still a mood]

Moses: [‘only a bit’ to remind them both how SMALL she still is yet again, taking her hand and doing a hand comparison again before HOLDING it because gotta make the most of not having to drive while you can ‘forget getting rid, I’m going nowhere, got it?’ so possessively and so sincerely ‘you’re mine’ to repeat that because we all remember when he moaned the word not that long ago]

Rio: [doing another excited noise in a different but hardly dissimilar way, you’re about it all, but forever about the size comparison ‘you make me feel that little’ whispering it as if it’s a secret and you can’t let it be overheard when y’all are truly in the middle of nowhere now thanks to that detour ‘just to work’ kissing wherever you lay on his body like that’s all I mean, that I’ll miss you that much ‘you wanna keep me’ pushing yourself up on his chest to look at him again, smiling smugly ‘just for you’]

Moses: [not you putting a hand on her throat because you haven’t stopped thinking about that clearly, the one you’re not still holding her hand with so hard, and picking her up to show her you can one handed easily and she is that little and v light, gently but that doesn’t make it anymore indecent, letting her head touch the roof of this car but not hit it before you lower her back down into your lap ‘I’m of the mind not to go in tomorrow’ in the same whisper, because you have to get up early and go to work and you will not want to ‘but you wanna be a kept woman’ added not in a whisper like ugh maybe I’ll have to, to keep you provided for]

Rio: [SQUEEZING his hand in a way you might believe means put me down but the expression on her face will tell you that it’s the total opposite and she is DYING about this, grinding on his lap happily like you’ve not only just recovered ‘you’ll have to stop turning me on so much’ into his mouth and kissing him lazily and with a smile because you know he won’t and you don’t ever want him to]

Moses: [I can imagine how big her eyes are and he’ll be loving it ‘don’t you ever tell us what I’m to do’ but as per he isn’t saying that like he’s angry the way so many others girls get it, he is the opposite of fuming hence the ‘little girl’ being added unnecessarily but totally necessarily, smiling back at her and kissing her back with a lip bite about it]

Rio: [said eyes rolling shut as you stifle a moan into his lips at what he’s saying, moving yourself back and forth in really small, tight circles as if he’ll not notice this way and you don’t want him to ‘tell me what to do every waking hour’ because you are so in this and you can’t deal ‘reckon you’ve ruined me for anything but being kept by you’]

Moses: [‘if you’re bothering yourself to move, then move’ ordering her to do it properly or not at all as if y’all don’t have somewhere to be and don’t once again need to move this car ‘you either want ruining proper right now or you don’t’]

Rio: [going red like you’ve been caught and LOOKING at him in an equally guilty fashion for a beat before you pull down your dress/take your top off so you’re exposing your chest to him, LOOKING at his body and down at your crotches before moving again more dramatically like you’re in the rodeo because if he wants a show he’ll get one, touching your nips and putting his hands over yours, letting him get a touch on your nips every now and then by ‘mistake’ through your fingers, moving harder every time, before moving y’alls hands up to her throat and widening your eyes at him like he’s doing it when it was very much you]

Moses: [he loves to see it, that’s as much part of the show for him as everything that comes after, nodding though when she is going for it because he always will and doesn’t believe in or give a fuck about denying himself anything, hence the life he’s living and trouble he’s always in, he’s the anti-Johnny, because that boy gives Buster a run for his money in terms of doing the right thing and denying himself things, lord knows, giving her throat a gentle squeeze because it’s a test once again, to see how much she can take and what her reaction will be, nevertheless, impatiently barely waiting for her to give one before his mouth is on her nip and he’s SUCKING it like she said when she was running her mouth in the chat]

Rio: [Mhmm, me like Johnathan would NEVER like I sure hope not lmao, we can only have so many degenerates running amok, thank you; still, this girl isn’t mad right now as she nods back at him because of course he can choke you, you really would let him do anything in this moment, PRESSING your throat into his hands when he gets his mouth on you, more for the fact he’s remembered and is thinking about the things you said than the sensation alone]

Moses: [Not MY son I say as if he’s not actually me haha, this boy however I do not claim, the audacity to let her know that you’re thinking about impregnating her rn which is exactly what that gesture means, go to jail, not so different to Johnny in that regard are you now but at least jali were in that together sir, put this teenage child down, he isn’t though, he’s doing the other nip as well, can’t be stopped or tamed]

Rio: [we all know what you mean by this gesture sir, you are catholic at the end of the day, fight it as you may lol, me like please do not get pregnant as if we have no control personally over this, we’re just watching this go down like oh lawd because is she stopping you, hell no]

Moses: [I’m not saying it’s entirely baby Maggie’s fault but if jali weren’t back together and having a baby rn would you want it half as much, the answer is no, because you’ve got this far without having any more kids, me cackling because Ronan was no threat and you didn’t care about them having a baby at all clearly LOL lol, Winnie is like imagine what a cute baby it would be, I say you shh, we all know another hookup is happening though and we all know why, soz girl that Buster literally talked about having babies with you and then denied you so you’ll be GAGGED at this]

Rio: [that’s the tea, you’re big mad for ALL the reasons but that’s no reason to do this, SIR, I think we all knew Ronan wasn’t a threat except poor Ronan lol, oh lads, we all know what’s happening here and that you are living laughing loving once again, really giving each other everything even though none of this should be happening, in this moment y’all want nothing else]

Moses: [what a petty bitch, these boys need to calm down, we all thought Johnny was extra for naming a kid after Ali and having kids in retaliation of some of hers but then there’s THIS, and by this we can all picture the INTENSE af hookup ensuing in which he does NOT pull out]

Rio: [you did not see that coming, no pun intended, here like is he going to freak out now, just casually frozen in whatever spot you died in lol]

Moses: [keeping this girl on her toes 5ever because she’d be expecting him to be mad and if it accidentally happened he would be and has before deffo but we all know he WANTED it to and it was such a deliberate act so of course not, instead what he is gonna do is climb into the driving seat from where they’ve been in the passengers one this entire time and then pull her into his lap again like teehee you’re not in any state to drive back to mine atm so I suppose I will, but like this, with him BIG stroking her hair again like there there for her deadness, lest you forget that you belong to me and there must never be any distance between us, doing all of that so casually and now just driving off when NOTHING is]

Rio: [when you’ve never experienced that before, like obviously not because you were a virgin but someone cumming inside you is entirely different physically and mentally, especially when you’re this girl, at this age and in this current headstate, letting him pull you into his lap because you really aren’t in any state to drive, it’s giving rag doll at this point, pointing to his temples with your index fingers and then twisting into the side of his head here because he’s headfucked you like he said he would, laying your cheek on his shoulder like you might actually go to sleep here on him but I highly doubt you can]

Moses: [which is how you know he’s INSANE (his whole fam is though we know, shoutout ST and Ronan for both being unhinged bitches too) because not only was she a virgin earlier which you know even if you think she’s older than she is because you’re choosing to misremember that but also that was only the 2nd time you’ve hooked with her and this is day 1, to just do that is absolutely WILD and he doesn’t have a lick of remorse about this obvs, grinning at her when she does that like yeah I did, and then doing whatever he did when she was a baby to soothe her to sleep whether that’s rub her back or how you’re speaking to her with shh baby go to sleep etc vibes, she’s too young to remember but it’s clear what you’re channelling here]

Rio: [my boo says you know what you’ve done and he does, no regrets from him on this day, we’re just here having the existential crisis that’s probably fairly standard but on crack because of how extra this man is compared to what a normal teenage boy would be like ‘is that what it’s always like?’ not being entirely clear on what you’re referring to but we mean sex when you don’t have to pull out]

Moses: [and can I just say, the way he goes from wanting to wife her up and literally impregnate her to babying her and ref-ing when she was a baby is VERY upsetting to me personally, stop it, you know you’re doing way too much sir when you make Buster a really dramatic teenage boy look chill, FYI, ‘no’ not even being like you’re special again but she is and it isn’t like that, because that was INTENSE]

Rio: [my boo says I have had enough of your shennanigans boy lol, nodding ‘good’ not like I’m glad I’m so special and you don’t have that all the time (although she’s not not saying that but that’s not our main point currently lol) just like I’m glad that that was as INTENSE for you as it was for me and that the fact I’m still shaking despite how tightly you’re holding me is okay]

Moses: [I am loling because I just remembered she had all those euros down her cleavage, RIP to them, the state of this car at this point, holding her even tighter of course, sorry to the many injuries this girl has that he isn’t sparing a thought for, just softly saying the gypsy lingo equivalent word in her ear like yes I agree but also because it’s giving as I’ve claimed you this is your lingo now]

Rio: [lmao, he’s probably lost a few hundred to the absolute carnage here on this day, at least but does he care, not remotely, never mind the cost to fix the car which you’re at least driving once again and the safest you have all evening so that’s something; copying the word after he’s said it, back in his ear too, swirling your finger around the shape of his ear and back again]

Moses: [calling her a good girl but in gypsy lingo at least so you won’t be as Buster triggered because you might not even know what he’s saying, you’re welcome sir that the car is drivable and you didn’t get stuck in those fields, I imagine you’re back on roads again now for the short distance left to his so p safe in comparison, though there’s the risk of other drivers again so swings and roundabouts, which is just as well because those words were in her ear too and now he’s playing with whatever earring she’s wearing via his mouth, gently so you don’t rip it out of her earlobe but the distraction is no less for that]

Rio: [you can probably put it together because you know good, not sure if he’s called you a little girl in the lingo but it’s a real possibility and you don’t need many context clues to get there when you have heard this language growing up if not fully saying you’re fluent in it ‘bad daddy’ saying bad in english because you don’t know/remember that one but bad is being said like it means the best and she’s kissing his ear lobe and sucking on it gently]

Moses: [I don’t think he has because he hasn’t used the lingo that much yet but in that intense hookup lord only knows what was said, everything and all bets are off if he wasn’t sucking her titty the entire time which is a possibility, but still, I agree she could work it out because Johnny calls Ali smart girl all the time and would’ve in the lingo since he was back if nothing else, giving her the word for best instead of bad shamelessly]

Rio: [‘how do I make you mine?’ like how do I say my daddy as opposed to just the title, whilst you’re finding your tattoo on his arm once more and looking at it, tracing it like you’re trying to memorise it ‘you never wanted to get it covered?’ asking casually but you really want to know how he felt]

Moses: [tell me why this tattoo is angel coded, like cherubs or something, it’s because he’s a hot cliche and I can’t let ruster have anything appaz ‘never, you’re my baby’ saying his ‘my’ again in the lingo so she knows how to do that and for the obvs added emphasis]

Rio: [it’s very legit of a tattoo you would get for a child and very catholic coded too, soz ruster for the reclaiming y’all are going to have to do later, for now she’s here peeping up at him like do you mean that genuinely or do you think it’s the right/hot thing to say because you’d be right but we also want to know the truth about things of course ‘my daddy best’ as something you’re mumbling, which makes you sound like a baby still but you’re not going to be sure on your connecting words and it gets your point across all the same]

Moses: [mhmm I fear I must, soz ruster ‘no getting rid, told you, didn’t I’ because the tattoo counts too, in reality though I just know he’s not that bitch even if he has some drunk ones he could cover he hasn’t because peeps only tend to if they REALLY hate something and can be truly bothered so, when you don’t correct her like you should because you LOVE how baby she sounds]

Rio: [my boo says you just couldn’t be bothered DON’T lie to me and she’s so real for that ‘make you look hot anyway’ like tehe I know the look you’re going for and it’s working for you boy ‘you still got it for me, only me’ because true, nothing can change that, she knows what this man is about and it ain’t correct grammar sweetie]

Moses: [we’re all well aware that this baby angel tattoo would be a massive hit with the married ladies he likes to bang, they’d be like awww and hence you have kept this for that reason too but this poor girl doesn’t need to know that, flexing said arm muscle in a posey way like yep I know ‘and I’d only get it taken off if you said you wanted it gone’ which is true now]

Rio: [mhmm, he’s got a very slutty boy look and attitude, we all know that, hanging on his arm when he’s flexing it like he’s an old-fashioned strong man or something ‘why would I want that?’ shaking your head, because you’re thinking of before when you weren’t in touch and it was still a nice thought and gesture to you that he still had it, very much not thinking of a possible future where that’s what you might want]

Moses: [‘hysterics’ with a shrug as if when they have their first argument she’s gonna be like COVER THAT TATTOO but I get it, you’re used to women absolutely losing it at you and you genuinely think that’s what all women eventually do and will become, and also you want her to contradict you and be like OMG no I would never ily so much, so]

Rio: [when that reminds you a little too much of the last time you saw Buster and were smashing up his kitchen so the ha that is meant to be like, how rude! Comes out a little sharper than sassy as intended, shaking your head like no, no ‘not going to happen’]

Moses: [when she told him about that so he gives her a KNOWING look like yeah exactly, so amused though because it wasn’t directed at him so he can be, doing his own lol at her back picturing her being unhinged, ‘psycho’ being said but once again he’s calling her it affectionately unlike the many other girls he’s said it to, a noise like mhmm, ‘you know what’d happen if you turned into a nightmare’ said casually when it’s actually a thinly veiled threat, me like Carly didn’t die for you to still be calling all these poor girls and women nightmares you rude hoe]

Rio: [‘you said you wanted to see it’ raising your eyebrows at him like oh, have you changed your mind? Rolling your eyes but in a similarly affectionate manner like okay sure because you don’t believe that he’d hurt you, whether you should or not is a different discussion]

Moses: [‘now you’re with me there’s just the one way I’m after seeing your eyes roll’ kissing her between her eyes like a sweet little forehead kiss moment except he’s putting it there and doing it harder like you better NOT ever sass me seriously hun]

Rio: [nodding ‘I know how you want me’ because even if this should be a red flag we know your own father has never actually disciplined you or parented you at all so you’re too about it ‘you’re not going to give me any reason to misbehave’]

Moses: [‘as a daughter of mine’ to call her his daughter more than anything because your actual daughter isn’t behaving at all how you want her to these days is she sir and you wish she would, then saying ‘his daughter’ in the lingo so she knows how to say it, even if she does already we’re living our best lives mansplaining regardless]

Rio: [melting, almost literally, back into him, cuddling into him and putting your arms around his waist, you got her because you know how easy it is for you right now ‘best daddy, best daughter’ again in this fractured baby speak, just saying that you’ll behave for him if he takes care of you]

Moses: [Not you kissing her so softly but intensely again after she’s said that, this is why I’m grossed out sir, do you want her to be your daughter or do you wanna bang her, both shouldn’t be an option, but here we are making out for a sec like he’s not driving, breaking away to breathlessly say ‘let’s get you home’ like you’re saying that in an I’ll look after you nice daddy way instead of you being impatient to once more, we see you calling yours home for her too, not subtle]

Rio: [we know it’s both and I suppose you want him to be your daddy and your DADDY so we shouldn’t judge but we are lol, we know this is a bit off but you think you are also fucked up because you wanted your cousin so you’re really rolling with it and going all in, when he says this finally hopping off his lap like okay, focus on driving, holding his hand and rearranging your dress/outfit so you are presentable enough to potentially be seen if anyone is up and out when you get to this caravan park when you’re doing that short walk from this car into his ‘van]

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anamaleth · 1 year ago

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Transcript:

ERIC I want you to find my son. If Mary is – if she’s gone, or worse, I want you to make sure he’s alright.

GERTRUDE (amused) Hm. I’m not exactly a mother figure.

ERIC You could hardly do worse than her.

GERTRUDE Fine. But I don’t know what growing up with Mary has done to him. If he’s… gone rotten, I can’t promise anything.

ERIC I understand.

GERTRUDE I suppose he might be useful.

ERIC (dry) Oh, sentimental as ever.

GERTRUDE Hm.

GERRY And in the end, it was Gertrude who saved me.

She came to me when I was desperate, nowhere to go, and she offered to help. I just had to make sure I took the book while my mum was fading, and brought it to her, and then she would free me.

I didn’t really believe her, I don’t think, but I did it anyway.

When she returned the book to me a week later, her pages burned and mangled, I think I actually cried with relief.

GERTRUDE Gerard may have a connection to the Eye, but I’m not convinced it would be enough. And I will admit I’ve grown… fond of the boy.

ARCHIVIST (Statement) And it was in that state that your associate found me. At the time I thought he was your son.

GERTRUDE Curiosity is a very dangerous trait in our line of work, Gerard.

GERRY So is ignorance.

[Gertrude laughs]

GERRY Can I use your wastepaper bin?

GERTRUDE Yes, it’s just –

Wait. Surely you didn’t bring it here!

GERRY Well, yeah, I, uh –

GERTRUDE Gerard, we’ve talked about this.

Bringing unvetted artefacts or books into the Archive is incredibly dangerous.

GERRY It’s locked away!

GERTRUDE And I’m sure the lock is very sturdy, but that doesn’t stop it being an unnecessary risk.

GERRY (softer) Yeah. I’m sorry.

GERTRUDE This is exactly the sort of thing that will get you killed!

GERRY I said I was sorry!

[Brief pause]

GERTRUDE Then we’ll say no more about it.

I don’t enjoy being hard on you, but I really would rather you stayed broadly intact.

GERRY I’m touched. You’re going soft in your old age.

GERTRUDE (heh) Well, you are occasionally useful. Despite your foolishness.

GERRY Flatterer.

GERTRUDE Heh. You can probably burn it in the back courtyard, if you’re careful.

GERRY Yeah, will do.

GERTRUDE And for goodness’ sake, make sure no one sees you. The last thing we need is a letter to Elias about book burnings.

GERRY Look, if you have somewhere better to burn these books, then –

GERTRUDE (overlapping, jokingly over-the-top) Of course, Gerard!

I just happened not to mention the network of sinister tunnels that snake beneath the Archive where I keep all my darkest secrets.

GERRY I mean, you joke, but there could be! It’s that kinda place.

GERTRUDE I rather hope I would have found them by now. I like to think I’m not a complete incompetent.

GERRY Until dementia hits.

GERTRUDE Given my choice to confide in you, I rather suspect it already has.

Go burn your book!

GERTRUDE Oh, and, Gerard –

GERRY Hm?

GERTRUDE Don’t go rifling through my things in future. It could end… badly for you.

GERRY I never even considered that my mum might have taught Gertrude how to make pages for it before she was destroyed.

[Sigh] I think you know the rest. I joined Gertrude’s work for a few years. Didn’t realise how ill I was until it finally caught up with me. Then I died. I think… I think I finally understand why she brought me back. I just don’t understand why she left me behind.

[Beeping]

CELIA Is this place all yours?

GERRY (laughing) With London rent? Hardly!

Don’t get me wrong, landlord’s lovely and all, but no, I still share it with Gee Gee.

CELIA Gee Gee?

[Gertrude enters.]

GERTRUDE That would be me.

GERRY Visitors, Gee Gee!

GERTRUDE Yes, I can see that, Gerry.

GERTRUDE What exactly did you say was your business with my grandson?

GERTRUDE Well I’m sorry, but I don’t think Gerry can help you-

GERRY And come back soon! Always a pleasure to chat with old friends!

GERTRUDE I don’t know they’ll have much reason to, Gerry. (to Sam) Good luck hunting elsewhere.

GERRY (muffled) I liked them.

GERTRUDE (muffled) Of course you do.

crumbling into a million pieces

#tma #the magnus archives #tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers #the magnus protocol spoilers #tmagp 8 #gerry keay #gertrude robinson #long post

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the-hidden-pages · 3 years ago

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Kinktober Day 1 - Dirty Talk - Tangerine x Fem!Reader

Disclaimers: I’ve never done a Kinktober. These pieces are rushed. As a result they may be poorly written and OOC. Apologies in advance.

Summary: On a job, through an earpiece, Tangerine learns how easily influenced you are by his words.

Warnings: NSFW, Dirty Talk, no actual smut though.

There was the odd job that The Twins would be assigned that they couldn’t do alone.

Specifically, any infiltration that required a woman’s touch, or a job that required 3 parties. Not to mention, the odd time where one of the twins were ill or recovering from a wound.

The Twins may be some of the bests in the business, but even they had to outsource sometimes, all for the sake of a job well done.

So, on those rare occasions, The Twins would outsource to you.

The third fruit, Lemon would excitedly say.

You were quite endeared to The Twins – a fact that was rather dangerous, given your respective lines of work. But the moment you met the pair, your heart warmed as you listened to Lemon excitedly talk over his brother.

“I’m not quite sure who you are yet – could be a Daisy, sweet and reliable that one…”

“Lemon.”

“Or an Annie, can’t forget about her.”

“Lemon.”

“Mind, there’s no reason you couldn’t be a male train – sexist of me, I’m sorry bruv –“

“Lemon!” Tangerine snapped, whacking his arm.

“Oi! What, mate?”

“Much as I’d love to go on about which fuckin’ Thomas the Train she is, we have precious little time before she needs to make a move. So –“

“It’s Thomas the Tank Engine,” you interject.

Tangerine paused for a moment before turning to you, eyes widened ever-so-slightly.

“What?”

“It’s not Thomas the Train, it’s Thomas the Tank.”

Lemon laughed excitedly as Tangerine attempted to collect himself.

“It doesn’t bloody matter, does it? Now, did you read the briefing I sent ya?”

“Oh, was I supposed to? I thought you’d just explain on the way.”

A heavy silence hung over the group.

“We should call her Lime.”

“Lemon!”

Despite the annoyance that radiated off of Tangerine in that moment, a strange partnership had formed. You and Lemon got along swimmingly, and you thrived on getting under Tangerine’s skin.

A completely healthy office relationship, you would chuckle to yourself.

Eventually, the boys called on you for help again.

Lemon was slowed down – after taking a couple of bullets to the leg, he was wrapped up and loopy on morphine. This didn’t stop Tangerine from accepting the next call that came in.

“It’s just a small job,” Tangerine explained you over the phone. “You’ll meet me in a small hotel. I’ll give you some equipment, you’ll pose as some rich man’s wife and go collect the briefcase that we need. Easy.”

“And how do we know that they’ll believe I’m this rich man’s wife.”

“Mother of all coincidences, you look like the few photos that exist of her. The job was made for you love, and it’d be helping me and Lemon out a bunch.”

You paused.

“You’ll get a cut of the profits too, obviously.”

“No, of course,” you snap out of your stupor. “When do you need me?”

“I’ll get you a plane ticket to Monaco for tomorrow morning. Thanks, love.”

There it was again; you note as you hang up your phone.

The use of ‘love’.

You weren’t immune to Tangerine’s charms. Sure, he was a bit rough around the engines, swore like a sailor, and frequently let his anger take over. But he was also incredibly sweet when he needed to be, and wonderful at talking his way out of situation.

He was also wonderful at talking you in to situations.

At some point, your endearment to the twins had grown. You weren’t sure when you had begun to see Lemon as a brother, or when your crush on Tangerine had developed, but it had. Before you would carefully plan out when you were helping The Twins, rejecting several of their job offers if something better was on the horizon, or if their success wasn’t in your best interest.

And now you were hopping on a plane to Monaco, without a second thought.

When you arrived in the hotel, Tangerine was already waiting for you. He stood by the window in the same impeccable blue pinstriped suit he wore when he met you, typing away on his phone with a furrowed brow.

“How’s Lemon?” you question, setting your small suitcase down near the bed.

There’s only one bed, you notice. In your mind’s eye you shrug – a problem for later.

“He’s already trying to get up and about, even though he fuckin’ can’t move his leg and he’s textin’ like a fuckin’ 12 year old who jus’ opened their first bottle of tequila.”

His accent always gets thicker when he’s angry. It shouldn’t make you smile, but it does.

“12 seems a bit young for tequila. Mind, I started on rum when I was 14.”

Tangerine just sniffs, continuing to type what you now know is a long, angry scolding.

“And if I recall,” you wander over to the bed as you speak, poking through the supplies on it. “Trying to get you to sit still after you’ve been wounded is always a futile task too. You’re no better.”

That finally caused him to look up, glaring for a moment before he slid his phone into his pocket with a huff.

“Right then. Shall we?”

“Are you going to explain what this is about? You didn’t even send a briefing this time.”

“Not like you bloody well read ‘em, do ya now?”

You grin. “No, I guess I don’t.”

He strides towards you, picking a medium sized box off the bed and passing it to you. “Exactly. Go change, and I’ll explain after.”

You reach for the box, but when you go to pull away, you find Tangerine holding it too tightly.

Your eyes flick up to meet his, confused.

“It’s good to see you, love. Really.”

It takes every ounce of control you have to not wildly blush or stutter. Instead, you reach out to grab his arm lightly.

“Good to see you too, T.”

Taking the box, you make your way to the bathroom and quickly begin to undress. As you remove the lid, you can’t help but marvel at the dress inside.

Your job was so cool.

The silk was cool to the touch, and the deep blue dress would serve to highlight every curve you had. The matching silver heels and jewelry in the box served to add an extra layer of elegance to the ensemble.

Exiting the bathroom, you felt powerful, unstoppable. Your mind kept flashing back to James Bond movies, where the women were always goddesses, perfection.

And the way Tangerine’s eyes traversed your body only made you feel ten times stronger.

“Will I do?” you question, noticing the way he swallowed thickly.

“Quite nicely, love.”

He turned around to busy himself with the remaining items on the bed – a gun and a thigh holster for protection, a small purse, and –

“An earpiece, so I can fill you in as we go. Less conspicuous than having your phone to your ear all night.”

“Wow, you really are accepting that I don’t do my research beforehand.”

You take it, inserting it in your ear and hiding it with a few strands of hair.

Tangerine watches quietly as you slide the gun holster up your thigh, ensuring everything was tightly fastened and slipping a small pistol into it.

“Good. Now, here’s the plan…”

“This is a stupid plan,” you mutter, walking through the double doors to the blinding lights and deafening sounds of the casino.

“It’s a perfect plan love, come on now,” Tangerine muttered back.

If you weren’t as stressed, you might’ve shuddered at that. It was bad enough when he called you love, but when he did it right in your ear, you were just about done for.

Damn earpiece.

“Right, because I’m a dead ringer for some mobster’s wife, so I can march right up and –“

“How can I help you miss?”

At the counter, a cheerful bartender smiled at you.

“Yes. My husband sent me to collect a case. It should be waiting under the name Maroni.”

“Yes of course. It’ll just be a moment; can I get you a drink while you wait?”

“Gin martini, please.”

You sit up on a bar stool, crossing your legs. Within seconds a drink is in your hand, and you smile graciously.

Your smile fades quickly, however. “I feel like everyone can tell I’m a fraud,” you mumble into your drink.

Tangerine is quick to answer. “How do you mean?”

“They’re staring. They can tell.” “Love, if they could tell there’d be guns pulled on ya in 5 seconds flat. They’re lookin’ at ya cause you’re gorgeous.”

“You think?”

“I think if you weren’t posing as the wife of a dangerous man, you’d have ‘em lined up trying to get the chance to rip that dress off of ya.”

You chuckle into your drink.

“Something funny, love?”

“No, it’s just. You can’t be whispering compliments into my ear when I’m supposed to be keeping a straight face. It’s not going to go well.”

You can hear a laugh. “No? You don’t want to hear that you’re a vision? That if I didn’t know better, I’d be one of them men lining up for a chance to even talk to ya?”

“Only if you mean it,” you tease lightly, taking another sip and scanning the room.

“Of course I mean it, darling.”

You feel your thighs inadvertently clench at the change in pet name.

“And what would you do? If we were strangers, meeting in a place like this.”

“I thought you wanted to focus on the job.”

“The job’ll get done. This’ll just make it way more fun.”

There’s a moment of silence on the line.

“You going to seduce me, Tangerine?”

“You want me to? Want me to whisper dirty little words in your ear until you’re fucking dripping for me, so I can pin you to the door the minute you’re back in this room with me?”

Fuck.

“Do your worst,” you mutter, finishing off your drink and smiling to the bartender.

“It’ll just be a moment more, ma’am. Another drink for your wait?”

“Please.”

Tangerine pipes up. “You really think you’re gonna last with this game, love? You think I don’t notice the way you blush anytime I call you love or darling?”

You feel your heart drop, but before you can respond he’s speaking again.

“Did you think I wasn’t interested? That I didn’t want to steal you away like one of my trinkets the minute I saw you?”

Your chest fills with hope as the bartender brings your second drink.

“I get so turned on every time I see you, love. And seeing you walking out of our bathroom dressed like that, I nearly didn’t let you leave the room. I could’a dropped to my knees then and there, let you make a real mess of my face. I’d eat you out ‘till you were crying for me to stop, love, you looked like a goddess, begging to be worshipped.”

You clear your throat and take a large swig of your drink, desperate to clear the lump that had formed.

“You flustered already, darlin’? Cause I’m not even done, not even close. See, once I hold you, love you, worship you properly, well…then I planned to ruin you, see. I plan to force you on your knees, watch you look up at me all pretty, tears running while you choke on me. I plan to hold you down and use you like a toy, make up for all the times you drove me insane on our jobs.”

“Miss? The case,”

You inhale sharply, smiling apologetically at the bartender who’s holding the case out for you.

“Sorry, I was in my own world. Everything is here?”

“Everything is there, as requested Mrs. Maroni.”

“Wonderful.”

You open your small clutch purse, pulling out a small wad of cash.

“For the service.”

“Thank you, ma’am. Have a good night.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure you do,” Tangerine starts speaking again as you stand. Your face flushes as you notice the wetness between your thighs, and you pray it’s not visible on your dress. “I’ll give you so much pleasure you’re begging me to stop, love. Now we just got to get you home.”

“To a hotel room with one bed. What a coincidence.”

“A happy accident. But all I could think about when I saw was if I’d get lucky enough to have you in it.”

“Follow through on your words and you just might. Where’s my getaway car?”

“There ought to be a black Jaguar not too far from the exit.”

“Got it.”

“Do you remember that job the three of us took? Lemon was transporting the target in a different car, you and me were on the road. Took all my effort not to bring my hand up that gorgeous thigh of yours, slip a finger into that warm cunt, touch you until you were crying for me to pull over and fuck ya over the hood.”

“Shame you didn’t.”

“Oh, I plan to make up for lost time, love, don’t you worry. I’ll worship you like a queen, and when I’m done I’ll break you like a slut. And you’re gonna take every minute of it like a good little girl, tellin’ me how good I’m fuckin’ ya, that you don’t want anyone else. Can you do that for me, love?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m on my way.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

#kinktober2022 #tppkinktober2022 #tangerine #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #x reader

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intrepidacious · 3 years ago

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every dream gone

summary: After the events of Winter Soldier, Bucky slowly realizes just how much he lost after his fall.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: bucky being sad; vague mentions of brainwashing and a whole lot of guilt; don't look for a happy ending with this one folks (i'm sorry 🥲)

please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

a/n: i started writing this fic back in september and it took me until now to gather the emotional willpower to finish it. blame this song that inspired the whole thing.

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It took Bucky a while to remember you, after everything, but he did.

The first memory came back while he was on the run. He'd been in Europe for a while by then, sleeping in freight cars, never staying anywhere for longer than a week, trying to keep a low profile while both HYDRA and Steve were still frantically looking for him everywhere. Those early days were the worst.

He spent most of his time on trains and tried to figure out why he hated it so much.

Being in England calmed him a bit. It was nice getting used to hearing people speak English around him again, and not in a tone that commanded obedience.

He didn't have much to go off, just scattered memories that didn't quite seem to fit together. There was always something off about them, something like the taste of metal where it shouldn't be. This time, the fragments led him to a flea market.

There were only a handful of people dotted in between the stands, which was probably for the best. His long sleeves usually attracted some curious glances this late into July.

He didn't exactly have money to spare for knick-knacks or secondhand souvenirs, but his feet carried him straight to one stand in particular, without him even realizing. His fingertips grazed along the spines of old paperbacks that were lined up like soldiers, but Bucky didn't spare them more than a glance.

He stopped at the next table over, a small frown on his face.

"Look at all those colors, Buck!"

Pastels and acrylics, steel nib fountain pens and piles of hand-bound sketchbooks. The woman selling them looked up from her novel when he didn't move for a whole minute, his eyes fixed on the notebooks.

"You can pick 'em up if you can't decide, you know," she said.

He nodded, blinked, almost embarrassed at the way his fingers shook as he picked up one of the books. It was bound in blue linen, and the deckle edged pages stuck to his gloves.

"You draw?" the woman asked, in a way that was more politeness than actual interest.

"My friend did," Bucky found himself saying.

Hands covered in charcoal. The smell of paper and something else.

"How dare you!" A laugh, carelessly loud and graceless. The most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. "My nose looks nothing like that!"

The memory passed through him softly, almost dreamlike, and for a second, he didn't know whether he wanted to cry or scream. He did neither.

The woman was looking at him strangely, but she accepted the note he handed her for the sketchbook, even though it wasn't Sterling.

"Young man," she called after him, and he almost wanted to laugh. "You're gonna need this, too." And she handed him a pen, as if she'd known, as if there was something in his face that told her how lost he felt.

It was cheap, surely, but it was also the first gift he'd gotten in decades, and so he kept it in his chest pocket. Right above his heart.

***

The next memory came not too long after that.

He was sitting in a rundown coffee shop in Edinburgh, barely paying attention to the room around him while he tried putting his past onto the page. The book was filling so achingly slowly it made him want to throw it against a wall most days.

A good chunk of it was about Steve.

Bucky supposed that was to be expected, because he'd been the one to first make him remember, and because it was Steve.

So page after page was detailing pneumonias and ill-fitting jackets and bruised knuckles in Bucky's narrow writing, trying to piece together a life that should have stayed his. It was desperate work, futile work most days, but he tried anyway.

And then the café owner switched stations on the old, dusty radio in the corner, and there was the song.

It took only a couple of notes until the images struck like lightning.

Swinging skirts and heels clacking on wooden floors. The smell of sweat and hairspray and something else. Something like May bells.

"You're quite good at this, aren't you?" Hands tightening around his neck in the most pleasant embrace.

"Only as good as my partner."

How could a simple hum sound so content? "And I ain't exactly called Rogers, either. But you’re the one leading."

"And thank God for both."

A dip, a scream. And that laugh again. He wanted to bottle it up and get drunk on it for the rest of eternity.

When the song ended, Bucky was shaking with it. He'd broken the pen in his hand, and the dark ink smeared all over his palm like black blood.

He didn’t do so well with presents these days.

***

He remembered your name when he heard a mother call out for her child in a park and it stopped him in his tracks because the corners of his mouth started to lift on their own accord. It was like you were muscle memory, your name so deeply ingrained that his body remembered you long before his mind could catch up.

And your name.

Whispered in darkened picture theaters until your skin prickled with goosebumps, shouted across dance halls sweltering with heat, spoken with reverence on dizzying fair rides. Bucky’d said it again, and again, and again, and for so long he couldn’t think of anything sweeter than the taste of it on his tongue.

He tried it out now, and it came out like ash.

The sound of his name on your lips came to him only hours later, because he kept prodding at that part of his mind that kept you hidden from him, kept trying to unlock the gate to his forgotten memories until finally it slid open an inch.

He was trying to make dinner.

He’d not had a warm meal for weeks at that point, but the past few days had been good and he’d bought vanilla extract for pancakes. The sugary smell filled his tiny apartment, but he didn’t even notice at first, not until he opened the window and then turned back to the stove.

“Bucky.”

Like a breath of air that echoed from deep within until it reached him and left him shaken.

He said your name again, called it into the silence of the room. It didn’t answer him.

He wasn’t sure if that was better or worse than going crazy, and so he breathed in again.

“James! It’s almost nine, we’re gonna be late.” Nails drumming against the wood of a dresser. You’d painted it with flowers, purple and blue and yellow. Beautiful.

“And whose fault is that, sweetheart?”

His fingers wrapping around your waist, pulling you close, so young, so human. Your perfume, soft and lingering mist-like between you, and something else. Something like Christmas morning.

Smiles had come so easy to him back then. “I’ve been sittin’ by the door for a good twenty minutes now, waitin’ anxiously for you to finish up.”

“If you’re getting so anxious over me, you needn’t have waited, Buck.”

“I’d wait my whole life if it went you’re comin’ down the stairs, sweetheart.”

He hadn’t noticed he’d slid to the floor, trembling.

The pancakes burned.

***

Your name was so much and yet so little at the same time.

Bucky tried finding any record of you, in libraries, newspaper archives, even using a computer once he figured out how to go online. But you’d been a normal girl, a lovely, perfect, beautiful, normal girl. That had never been enough for the history books.

He had to put you together again himself, slowly. The smallest details took him months.

You would always get holes in your tights and scold him for prodding at them. You used to hate getting your picture taken, but you would benignly let Steve draw you as long as he kept you entertained. You’d liked dancing, and flowers, and sweet things, and somehow, inexplicably, you’d liked him.

“You are the worst date I’ve ever had.”

The taste of whipped cream and chocolate on your lips, and the feeling of your fingers curling into the hair at the base of his neck. That little sound at the back of your throat.

“You were saying, sweetheart?”

Bucky’s hand balled into a fist. It wasn’t fair.

The worst part was that you were barely more than the memory of a beautiful dream, hazy and blurred. He was well aware he didn’t deserve good things anymore, but these faint half-images collecting in his brain were nothing short of cruel.

"I can't remember her face,” he told the only person who might have understood, because he himself didn’t. “Why can I remember every single person that I had to ...” He trailed off, dragging his hand over his face. “And yet I can't remember her face?"

Steve's hand was on his shoulder, a gesture that should feel comforting in its familiarity. Instead, Bucky had never felt this small in his own skin.

Wrong shoulder.

"I'll see what I can do," Steve said calmly, but there was a helplessness in his voice that made Bucky’s stomach churn.

It wasn’t supposed to spill out of his own eyes.

***

You would have loved Wakandan sunsets.

They were richer, more colorful than the ones Bucky remembered, but maybe that didn’t actually mean much. The beautiful things had a habit of evading him.

Sometimes, he was selfish enough to wish it had stayed that way, because at least in forgetting, he hadn’t known to miss anything at all. Years and decades worth of lack came crashing through to drown him now, more and more frequent, as if they were trying to make up for lost time. Or mocking him.

But you would have loved the sunsets, and so he tried to love them, too, just like he was always meant to do.

“Do you have to leave already?”

A sniff, a petulant sigh, his limbs heavy and warm, but resolve unwavering. He’d fancied himself so smart, then. “You know I do.”

Daybreak kisses that tasted contently like sleep. Slowly untangling his fingers from yours, something cool grazing them.

Steve brought back a small package, and that was all that was left to find of the part of the past that he’d shared with you. A thin stack of official papers, the dog tags he’d worn in Austria, and a ring.

Bucky sat down.

He knew, rationally, that you were long gone even before he saw the official documents. He’d never expected you to wait for him when it had always been the other way around. Still, to read it so plainly was like his insides were being twisted into the tightest knot, and his heart, his carefully guarded heart that had only just started to remember its own rhythm stuttered painfully. Like it was sick of this whole dance, the waiting, the longing for something so out of reach. So lost to time.

He didn’t want this, any of this, but there was nothing he could do but stare and wait for his vision to clear.

“There’s something else,” Steve said, his voice far away like he’d been wrapped in cotton. “Do you remember the house?”

A rickety porch swing and a picket fence that needed bleaching. Thorny rose bushes blooming in all your favorite colors. Two spare rooms.

“Are we going to be hostin’ a lot of guests, then?” That smug little curl of your lip he liked to kiss.

“I hope not.” Arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you close. Always the same gesture, as familiar as the smell. Vanilla and peonies, and something else. “We could find a more permanent use, don’t you think?”

“She kept it. It’s still there.”

Bucky traced the letters of your name with his thumb as if somehow, somewhere, you might have felt the familiar caress. It looked lonely there, all on its own.

Maybe it was lucky that he’d long run out of screams, because he might have never stopped.

“Thank you,” he said, and even though it didn’t seem sufficient, Steve nodded.

Bucky threaded your ring onto the chain of his dog tags and closed it around his neck before he hid them under his vest, the metal like a ghostly touch over his heart.

***

It took Bucky five more years to make it back to New York. Well. Five more years passed.

He’d lost so many of them it didn’t even seem to matter at this point.

The slip of paper had been kept inside an envelope he’d found between the books in Steve’s apartment, waiting for him, just like he’d said it would. At least some things were still there.

The bus drive took an eternity, but his feet found their way on their own accord. They’d known it well, once, after all.

He thought the hardest part would be to turn around the final corner and see it again, but that wasn’t it. He’d dreaded the drawn shades, the overgrown garden, the withered flowers, the faded paint on the front door. Dreading things made them easier to bare, sometimes, he’d learned that.

No, the hardest part was seeing the sign. Cottage for sale.

And the quiet.

The mailbox was battered from decades of wind and weather, but underneath the rust he could still see the remnants of your handprint, cracked golden yellow on the dark metal. It disappeared under his vibranium fingers.

“See? We left our mark now. We have to stay here forever.”

He found the key still inside. He used to scold you for leaving it so recklessly, but you kept losing every spare you got made, and besides, times were different, then. You knew the neighbors. So did he.

“Don’t forget, it’s Mrs Hopper’s birthday on Wednesday, and you promised to mow her lawn.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

“And the Sawyers asked if you could take a look at their furnace, because it’s been acting up.”

“You’d think they’d hire a professional for that sorta thing.”

“Maybe you’re just nicer to look at.”

The plot next door had been leveled. The curtains in all the other houses were drawn, even though it was a lovely spring evening.

Bucky’s steps were heavy as he climbed the steps to the red front door. It was like he could hear whispers coming from all sides, his head pounding with the weight of something that was not quite there yet, not quite clear, not quite something.

The key slid into the lock.

“Leave your shoes outside, Buck, you’ll track mud everywhere.”

He almost did.

The first step inside was like going through the looking glass and finding himself in a world so different, and yet so familiar. Because he didn’t recognize the painting on the wall, or the color of the cabinets, or the rug next to the stairs.

But there was that smell. Vanilla and peonies. Something like baking and spring, something like home.

He carefully pulled the door closed behind him, the floorboards softly creaking. Dust billowed.

And then more memories came rushing in, as if they'd been waiting for the moment he crossed the threshold.

"Ready?"

"Yes!" He could feel your cheeks lift in a smile and grinned as he slowly pulled his hands away from your eyes. Could feel the gasp that fell from your lips as you took in the sight in front of you.

"Do you like it?"

"Are you kidding me? I love it!"

“I love you.”

He thought he saw movement just out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned, it was only his own grave reflection staring back at him out of one of the dirty windows. Still, he couldn’t help but feel like the ghosts of the past were surrounding him.

“There you are,” they seemed to say. “What took you so long?”

“Just picking up something sweet for my best girl.”

“This is exactly why I’m gonna marry you.”

“Just that? Really? What about my other qualities?”

“Those I tolerate.”

The plates his ma had given you, the porcellain chipped with decades of use, stacked neatly in the cabinets, gathering dust. Your favorite brass pot was out next to the sink, as if you’d just left it there to dry, intending to use it again in a couple of hours.

In the living room, the horrible curtains your aunt had forced upon you had finally disappeared, and despite everything, Bucky could feel himself smile. The bookshelf was still overflowing.

“We’re gonna run out of space soon, you know that, right?”

“Well, build me a new shelf, then!”

Another promise he’d broken.

He had to go upstairs. He knew it, even though every single cell of his body was screaming at him not to go.

Seventeen steps. The second to last was the one that creaked.

Deciding which door to open first was like choosing his own hell. In the end, the house decided for him, because the wailing behind the one to the far right sounded so alive he almost bolted through the entrance.

It had been locked, and Bucky only realized why when it was already too late.

It was the most desolate room yet, cobwebbed and stale, furniture hidden underneath white linens. A dusty wooden mobile dangled from the ceiling, trembling as the house settled, casting eery shadows over the dirtied green walls.

“Aren’t you a bit overzealous there, love?” He dotted some green on your nose and you shrieked.

“Do you wanna be caught unawares?”

“As far as I know, there’s a bit of a preparation period involved.”

“Hm. Maybe we should just get a head start, then.”

He couldn’t bear it a second time, so he took a lung full of stale air and opened the bedroom door.

“I love you, I love you, I love you!”

Everything smelled like you, had your loving touch on it, had been allowed to live alongside you for all this time when he hadn’t been. The wilted flowers in the vase by the window. A book on the nightstand, your bookmark tucked between the pages because you weren’t quite done with it yet.

You weren’t done yet.

A pair of reading glasses lay on top of it, and Bucky almost laughed because he couldn’t quite picture you wearing them, and then, suddenly, he realized he could picture you, and his hand reached out blindly because he remembered that it was there.

“You know I hate these things.”

He didn’t let go of your hand for a second. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t you want me to have something’a yours to keep me company?”

Your laugh, again, and again. “You’re so lucky I love you.”

The bed creaked softly when he sat down on its edge, the frame shaking in his grip, and hey. There you were.

There was your smile.

It seemed to echo, or maybe he only wished it did.

“I’ll be back so soon, you won’t even notice I’m gone, sweetheart.”

“You better.”

The way you looked at him. Like you really believed him when he told the both of you that everything was going to be fine. That you would be the lucky ones. The exception.

He hated himself for letting you hope, but maybe this was his punishment; to be the one left behind, despite everything.

“I’m sorry,” he must have said, or cried, or screamed, because the house repeated it back to him, over and over.

“I’m sorry.”

And then, there was nothing.

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xtrafluffyteddy · 3 years ago

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Teen woes

Pairing: Eddie x Steve x Billy x reader

Mentions: cursing, crying, heartbreak, comfort, happy ending

Part of the home for wayward souls series

The slam of your front door should’ve been the first indication that something was wrong what gave it away was the sound of soft cries coming from Max room you went immediately into comfort mode rushing to grab a warm blanket and her favorite soda from the fridge

You knock lightly on her door “max, max sweetpea can I come in” you asks softly hand already poised on the doorknob, all you heard was some rustling a few hard sniffles then max answering “yeah you can come in” you crack open the door slipping inside heart breaking at the sight of a puffy red eyed max who looks like she was trying to play it off so you wouldn’t worry

“Oh sweetpea” you frown setting down the drink and the blanket “what happened” you cooed softly wrapping her up in a warm hug laying your cheek against the top of her head. “Nothing I’m fine I’m fine” she waved you off but the moment your cupped her cheeks and made her look at you it was nothing but tears as she buried her face back in your chest “oh sweetpea it’s okay it’s okay let it out” you soothed petting her head gently maneuvering so you can sit on the edge of the bed still holding her

Once she had calmed down a bit she sniffled pulling away from your warm hug “I’m sorry” she sniffs and looks at you with sad weary eyes “sweetpea never ever be sorry for crying” you wipe her cheeks gently handing her her favorite soda “but I made you worried” she replies rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand “honey i always worry about you that’s my job” you joke giving her a soft smile

“Now tell me what happened” you say petting her head gently as she lays down “I found out the guy I liked only asked me out on a dare” you couldn’t help but frown then crack a smile “sweetpea let me give you some advice boys are assholes all of them” you soothe brushing your fingers through her hair “even Billy, Steve and Eddie” she mumbles sipping her soda “especially those three the biggest assholes in the galaxy” you smile when she lets out a soft laugh “okay okay back to point the point is don’t let some jackass make you feel this way” you bonk your forehead against hers affectionately “your to cool for those fuck heads at Hawkins high” she just nods and smiles rubbing her eyes “is it okay if I take a nap I’m so worn out” she mumbles “yeah of course sweetpea teenage heartbreak does that to you” you tease helping tuck her in “get some rest ill wake you up before dinner” you lean down pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before turning away “love you” she mumbles already half asleep “I love you to max” you need her a soft smile dimming the lights and closing the door quietly.

When you turn around you run straight into three chests all the boys having eavesdropped on the conversation “Jesus Christ y’all are so nosy” you huff brushing past them to go start dinner “what was that all about why was max crying” Steve asked having only been able to pick up bits and pieces of the conversation you and max shared “ah it was about a boy who broke her heart” you wave them off “was it Lucas?” Eddie questions “no no not Lucas” you wave him off as well “then who?” Billy questions “just some dumb ass from her class is all” you say nonchalantly

“I’ll kill him” Billy growls out already turning to grab his jacket only being stopped by you grabbing his ear in a scolding manor “you will do no such thing Billy, she’s already been embarrassed enough, she doesn’t need her big brother coming to beat up some kid” you huff then sigh “but thank you for offering” you press a soft kiss to Billy’s cheek before turning back to the dinner that you were working on

When max had woken up later than evening she was surprised to find her favorite dinner on the table and her favorite movie already primed and ready in the vcr, “come sit eat sweetpea” you beacon her over patting the seat next to you “so max” Billy began “tell us about that boy from earlier” letting out a soft ow when you pinched him hard on the thigh under the table “he was just some jackass” Max smiles looking up at you.

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nebulablakemurphy · 3 years ago

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Because Of You (Pt. 4)

Summary: Rue and Y/N are still going through it, but the reunion awaits. Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better.

Trigger warning: this is a mature/dark series including drug use, mentions of mental illness, overdose, domestic disputes, mentions of sex, the works. These are very real and serious issues that people face and I am not glorifying them in anyway. If you or anyone you know is struggling please reach out to a professional for help. 💜

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“I was made for loving you baby, you were made for loving me!” Y/N belts out, deep in the lather of her shampoo when the curtain is pulled back.

It’s Rue, standing completely clothed on the other side. “Throw it up.”

“What?” Y/N squints at her from beneath the spray of the water.

“Elliot told me you took the benzo.” Rue sets her jaw. “You need to throw it up.”

“No.” Y/N scoffs, she’s being ridiculous.

“Come here.” Rue reaches into the shower, the sleeves of her hoodie now sopping wet. “I’ll do it.”

“Rue, stop.” Y/N steps away from her.

“No.” Rue keeps hold of her upper arm.

“Let go.”

“No!”

“You take drugs,” Y/N shrugs, “what’s the big deal if I do it too?”

“That shit is bad for you. It fucks with your head.” Rue moves to grip Y/N’s face firmly between her hands.

“I don’t care.”

“Yes you do,” Rue hisses. “You do care. You are too good to be popping fucking pills. You’re too special. I’m not letting you do this to yourself. So either you fucking make yourself throw up, right now, or I will.”

Y/N laughs without humor, the drug starting to work it’s way through her system. “It’s not fun watching the person you love destroy themselves, is it?”

“That’s not fair.” Rue can’t believe what she’s saying. But she also can’t argue.

“Nothing about this has ever been fair. But you’re right, this does feel better.” Y/N admits. She doesn’t feel anything really.

“Look at me.”

Y/N forces her eyes to focus on Rue.

“Listen, bad things happen to me. Not to you, never, ever to you. You are not gonna kill yourself over me. I’m not worth it.”

“Rue-“

“If I could go back and undo all of the horrible things that I’ve done to you, I would. I can’t and I’m trying to do better. But I can undo this.” She says, frantically. “We can undo this.”

“I don’t want to undo it.” Y/N decides, turning the water off as she reaches for her towel from the rack.

“I’m begging you, ok?” Rue’s voice trembles. “Is that what you want? I’ll do it.” She drops to her knees, tears painting her cheeks. “I know that I hurt you and I lied to you and I am so sorry, Y/N. Just please throw it up, please.”

Y/N sighs, turning to the toilet and forcing two fingers down her throat until she retches up the contents of her stomach.

Rue rubs her back. Offering Y/N a piece of toilet paper to wipe her mouth. “I’ll get you some water.”

“I’m fine, Rue.” She waves her away.

“Stop saying that you’re fine.”

Y/N whispers, “you got exactly what you want so…everything is fine.”

Rue’s mouth opens and closes twice, but no words come.

———————————————————————

Elliot swings open the bathroom door. Y/N is sitting on the floor, still in her towel. She hasn’t bothered to move since Rue left her there to wallow. How long has it been? “Half an hour till show time, you alright?”

“Get out.” Y/N says, without a glance in his direction.

“Baby-”

“I’m not your fucking baby,” Y/N grumbles.

Elliot runs a hand over his face. “I know you’re pissed that I told Rue but she needed to know.”

“No, she really didn’t.”

“She’s the only person that you were going to listen to. Not me, not Jules, it had to be Rue.”

“I cannot do this right now.” She snaps, she’s on the verge of a complete breakdown. “I appreciate the sentiment. But maybe I want to die.”

“Don’t say that.” Elliot sucks in a breath.

Y/N zips her lips closed, she has nothing nice to say.

“I watched drugs turn Rue from one of the best people I’ve ever met into a zombie. I’m not letting that happen to her again, and I’m sure as hell not letting it happen to you.” Elliot says between gritted teeth. “So hate me all you want, but I’m fucking saving you. You can both thank me later.”

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“You look beautiful,” Jules tells Y/N, putting the finishing touches on her eye liner.

When Y/N finally drug her sorry ass off of the tile floor she looked about as good as she feels. Luckily Jules is there to save the day.

“Thank you, I’m your masterpiece.” There’s nothing, no happiness, no sadness. Just numb.

“I like that,” she decides, with a wide grin.

“You look really beautiful too.” She always does, Jules is just…beautiful.

Jules blows a wayward bit of eyeshadow from the corner of Y/N’s eye, “thank you.” She leans in for a kiss, it’s soft and slow. Like she’s knocking to see if anyone is home.

Y/N tries to keep up but she’s drowning.

When they break apart Y/N strokes her thumbs over the apples of Jules cheeks.

“Everything will work itself out, you know?” She boops the Y/H/C’s nose.

“Do you really think that? Or is that just what you think will make me feel better?” Y/N wonders.

“I know that nothing will make you feel better right now.” Jules shrugs, looking down at her hands. “So I guess that must be what I think.”

Y/N nods.

“Do you know what you’re wearing?” Jules presses her lips together. This is a more comfortable topic.

“No idea.” Y/N admits, that’s the farthest thing from her mind.

“Show me your closet.”

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“Hey! Over here!”

The four of them are flagged down by Chris McKay before even making it through the obscenely colored balloon arch.

Rue smiles and waves, nothing is wrong. Everything is right, she’s here with Y/N and their best friends. Nothing is wrong.

“How are you?” Jules rushes over to give him a chaste hug.

“I’m good, I’m good!” McKay laughs, “I just wanted to introduce you to my wife. This is Crystal.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jules.” She extends a hand to the other woman. “This is my friend Elliot.”

He waves.

Then the attention shifts to Rue and Y/N who are entirely silent. “I’m Y/N.” She gives Crystal’s hand a shake. “This is Rue; she my-” girlfriend, best friend, fiancé? Enemy or lover depending on the day, “everything.” Y/N’s pinky finds Rue’s linking them together.

Rue draws in a deep breath, bringing her hand up to her lips for a kiss.

Crystal turns to McKay, gushing about how sweet that is. If only she knew how fucked up everything is.

“I’m gonna grab some punch.” Hopefully it’s spiked.

Rue nods, shooting her a forced smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” That will always be true.

The drink table is mostly empty. Y/N reaches for the ladle, gathering the red, watery, liquid into one of the clear cups.

“Guess what?”

Y/N jumps, nearly spilling her drink. It’s Nate.

“What, Nathaniel?” Y/N grumbles.

“Fezco is here.” He informs her, leaning against the white table cloth.

“And,” she gives him the side eyes.

“With Lexi.” Nate whispers, leaning in a bit too close.

“Good for Fez and Lexi.” Y/N smiles, wishing he would just go away.

“I know you used to have a thing with him.” Here we go.

He’s trying to start shit. “My life is good, thanks for asking. I’ve got my dream job, a push to start vehicle, a nice place, and Rue. I have every single thing I want.” Y/N crosses both arms over her chest.

“The only people who say shit like that are people who don’t have what they want.” He smirks.

“You know what?” Y/N huffs a laugh. “I don’t really give a fuck.” Y/N excuses herself. “By the way,” she turns back for a split second. “It was incredible only seeing you in passing and not speaking to you for the last ten years. I didn’t miss you at all.”

“Still a bitch,” Nate says, tossing back his drink.

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Y/N and Rue dance. Dance like they’re not damn near thirty, like their feet won’t punish them for it. Like they’re not facing a thousand complicated decisions. Like they’re not falling apart.

When Rue smiles Y/N sees forever in it as much as she always has. “I’m just gonna say this because I’m tired of hold it in.” Rue shouts over the music. “I fucking adore you.”

Y/N shakes her head, drawing her girlfriend in by the waist and silencing her with a kiss.

“When I look at you,” Rue continues her declaration against Y/N’s lips. “I swear it’s like magic. I can’t believe that you wanna be with me. I don’t get it. But I am so happy.”

Y/N pulls back slightly peppering her face with kisses.

“I would do anything for you.”

Except stay clean.

This sobers Y/N up almost immediately. “I gotta pee.”

“Should I come?” Rue asks.

“No,” Y/N kisses her cheek. “You just enjoy this.”

“I’ll miss you.” Rue pouts, kissing her hand as Y/N begins to pull away.

“Miss you,” she will.

Y/N heads to the bathroom alone, thankfully without running into anyone she knows. She feels off, kind of like she’s floating outside of her body and observing the things it does, rather than being in control of it.

When she’s finished she stumbles back to the party. Nearly tripping up on the carpet. She needs a drink, so she risks the stupid punch bowl again. No Nate this time. Just Maddy who has a flask with a little somethin’ somethin’ to take the edge off.

Maddy is great, thriving as she should be. Or at least that’s the story she tells and Y/N isn’t in the mood to dig any deeper.

“I gotta go, but it was really good catching up. I’ll see you later.” Maddy pulls her in for a hug.

“Good to see you, Maddy.” Y/N returns the embrace, then watches the brunette take off the opposite direction.

“Mmm.” Y/N screws up her face as she downs the cup. Maddy never did play around with liquor and this is her third.

Elliot finds her, “hey.”

Y/N nods, “hi.”

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” Y/N slurs. “I’m having a really great time.”

He grabs her empty cup, sniffing it. “You can’t drink.”

“Why?”

“You can’t drink when you’re taking pills.”

“I threw it up.” Y/N shakes her head.

“Not fast enough.” Elliot frowns, turning her away from the crowd. “You’re trippin’ balls, aren’t you?”

“You have balls.”

“Really,” he cocks his head to the side to see her face as she stumbles into him. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“They’re nice too.”

“We gotta get you out of here.” She’s in no condition to be around people.

“No,” Y/N pushes at his chest. “This is our night. Me and Rue’s night to show everyone from high school that we made it. That we stayed together when everyone said we couldn’t do it.”

“Ok,” Elliot gets that, “do you have any idea where Rue even is?” His eyes search Y/N’s, “like any idea at all?”

“She’s not dancing?” Y/N looks around to where they were.

“No.” Elliot confirms, “so if this is your night with Rue. Your big ‘fuck you’ to these assholes, for the record, I love that; you need to be with Rue.”

“I wanna be with Rue,” Y/N tells him. She just got distracted. “I love Rue.”

“I know you do.”

“Do you think she loves me too?” Y/N asks, even though it’s a stupid question. One that he may not have an answer to.

Elliot sighs, “yeah. I do.”

“Why did you say it like that?”

“Say it like what?” He chuckles, pearly whites on full display.

Y/N lowers her voice an octave, giving her best Elliot impersonation. “‘Yeah? I do?’ It was like a question or something.”

“I think Rue loves you more than she knows how to love somebody.” Elliot decides. “I think Rue loves you the best she can.”

Part 5

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versadies · 4 years ago

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ophichius/body switch soulmate au +xiao or childe pretty please? for xiao it can be like, when the body switch happens the reader feels the burden of the karmic debt so xiao starts taking care of himself/leaving instructions on what to do just so his soulmate doesn't have to suffer as much. reader is the traveler, in inazuma and xiao just quietly appreciated being free from karmic debt even for a day, and appreciating inazuma's beautiful sights whilst reader is just. in wangshuu inn. suffering

delicate (hc scenario)

penpal: bless you for such an incredible idea ! hope you like this along with your other request on childe <<3

prompt: ophiuchus the snake, body-switch soulmate au

pairing/s: xiao x gn!traveler!reader

sypnosis: hc on how you and xiao went through the whole day in each other's body.

includes: reader is not aether/lumine and is a random traveler (sorry to anon if you meant by reader being aether/lumine), reader suffering cuz of karmic debt, mentions of physical pain, mentions of violence, pure fluff

the moment xiao opens his eyes from his quick nap, the first thing he sees is the view of narukami island.

the yaksha was alerted at first, wondering how he came from hunting around dihua marsh for demons to sitting down beneath a tree with a new environment he hasn’t been in before.

it wasn’t until he realized he’s in a different outfit and different body that he found out that today’s the special day.

he hopes you aren’t in too much pain.

he observes his surroundings for a moment, then his eyes moved down to his appearance, only to see an outfit that is deemed fit for a traveler. his soulmate is a traveler in inazuma?

now that the yaksha thinks about it, he has heard the unfortunate fate the people of inazuma has to go through with the new rules that the current archon has set up, with her soldiers taking away people's visions, discrimination against outlanders, and the borders being closed around the nation.

xiao immediately checks around his– or rather his soulmate's– body to see if they have a vision, feeling relieved when he felt the familiar form of a vision hidden underneath his clothing.

all he needs to do is hide the vision and not go to the city, where he's sure a lot of vision hunters will be found.

this shouldn't be too hard, right?

meanwhile, you're currently writhing in pain in your soulmate's body, confused with what's happening to you– or rather, your soulmate's body.

you honestly had never such intense pain until now, how the hell does your soulmate deal with this? did he get a rare illness?

you couldn't think straight, your mind throbbing in pain as your body continued to ache and ache with voices running in your he–

"xiao? are you okay?" you shakily look up at the woman, who was staring at you with a concerned look on her face.

before you could try to let out a word, you immediately dropped on the floor, gasping out from the continuous pain. when does it ever stop? you rather go back to inazuma and suffer their new regulations instead of going through this pain–

"you're not xiao, are you?" she asks, causing you to nod profusely in response as you clench your fists together, closing your eyes shut whilst ignoring the woman, who was busy looking for something in her clothing.

"here." you open your eyes to see her handing you what looked like a pill. as if the woman read your mind, she quickly clarified what the pill is. "it's a painkiller. your uh, soulmate gave it to me and told me to give it to you in case you two swit–"

without letting the woman continue, you immediately snatched the pill from her and swallow it whole.

it took what felt like more than 20 minutes for the pain to finally subside, causing you to finally sigh in relief. although the pain was still there, it surely wasn't as painful and unbearable as before.

by the time you calmed yourself down, you slowly stood up from the cold floor and look at the woman gratefully. "you have my thanks, miss...?"

"verr goldet," she responds with a gentle smile. "i'm the owner of this inn. if there's anyone you should thank for, it's definitely your soulmate. you would've suffered the whole period of your body swap if it weren't for his thoughtfulness."

you nodded in understanding. "i see.. but i still am grateful for you stepping in."

"it's no problem, though i'm sure you're starving right now, would you like to eat?"

"yes please."

unlike what you recently went through in xiao's body, xiao was having perhaps one of the most peaceful time he has ever experienced. after all, when will he find an opportunity to not suffer from his karmic debt in this lifetime?

although killing the opponents who came in his way was a hassle, he still found his time enjoyable– with the exception of his mind thinking a lot about your wellbeing in his body. surely verr goldet must've given you the painmeds, right?

besides that, you must've seen the instructions he left for you– but what if you didn't see it and had to go through so much pain later on?

"please be okay." he mumbled under his breath, letting out a worried sigh and continued walking around the land.

unnoticed by the yaksha, you were indeed okay.

"i can see why my soulmate would love these," you commented to verr as you take more bites of the sweet dessert. "what does he do daily?"

verr lets out a nervous laugh. "to be honest, i don't really know what else he does other than hunting demons around the nation. though, you don't have to worry about doing it since xiao insisted that you can spend the whole day here instead."

"oh..." you look down at your plate with a deep frown. what if there's a demon that's hurting people and you couldn't do anything about it?

before you could ask verr, she immediately looks up at where the reception area is. "i have to go now. if you want to know anything, i recall xiao telling me to tell you to look at the instructions in your pocket. i'll be back!" she said before rushing upstairs to tend to one of the visitors, leaving you alone with your food.

you searched for the pocket around your pants, pulling out the piece of paper and read the list.

"should the pain meds run out, please visit a man named zhongli in liyue harbor."

"don't try to hunt for demons unless you want to experience more pain to endure."

"please come to verr goldet if you need something or require food. almond tofu is the only thing i can stomache, unfortunately."

"do not come to public areas if you have no reason to go there. karmic debt– the pain you're going through right now– can be affective to others."

the rest was all more rules for you to read and you're honestly thankful for xiao to write all of this for your sake, now regretting that you didn't do the same for him. what if he isn't aware of what's happening to inazuma?

you take another bite of almond tofu, silently hoping that xiao is doing okay back in your homeland.

to tell you the truth, xiao's definitely doing alright.

the yaksha had never went out of liyue for a very long time until now. sure, he could admit that nothing can beat the beautiful views that liyue can offer but inazuma is a sight to see.

everywhere he went, he found himself being fascinated by everything in this land, looking through ruins and staring at flowers that he himself hasn't seen in all of his life.

not to mention the fact that the mobs that lurks around the areas are different than the ones in liyue.

he would be lying if he said he hadn't thought of getting you out of the nation and come to liyue harbor, but he knew it wasn't up to him to decide on that. if it weren't for his duty in protecting liyue, xiao would've wanted to try and go to inazuma just to keep you safe, but what if you dislike him after everything you went through in his body? what if you didn't like him because he's immortal–

"they won't think such thing." he mumbled to himself, still slightly taken back by the sound of your voice coming out from his mouth as he sat down in an abandoned adventurer camp he spotted, looking forward to try out foods that he can make with the ingredients he found in your inventory.

as the day went by, you spent there in wangshu inn, writing a letter for xiao to read by the time the body switch is over along with visiting the man who can provide you more pain meds. xiao on the other hand spent time adventuring around inazuma trying to not get caught by vision hunters, enjoying his time without karmic debt.

by the end of the day, as the moon rises, the both of you finally found yourselves back in your bodies– with you sighing in relief that you've already finished writing the letter and not having to be in pain again whilst xiao was happy to be back in his homeland.

you then noticed you're in watatsumi island, your home being not too far away from where you're standing, causing you to smile. who knew xiao unknowingly took you back to where you've been heading to?

xiao on the other hand, was sitting on the rooftop of wangshu inn, reading the letter you left with his heart pounding at the words you wrote just for his eyes.

his shoulders instantly relaxes when he reads that you were okay throughout the day–

his mouth twitches upward when he reads the last words you wrote.

"once i come to liyue harbor and escape from inazuma, i wish to meet you and enjoy almond tofus with you."

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𝙈𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙅𝘼𝘾𝙊𝘽𝙎𝙀𝙎. | 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 (18+)

edit by @raeganlolz <3

∘ requests: I tried to use as many as I could that made sense! Hope you enjoy!

“the things i’d do to meet edgy karl’s parents.”

“ok but next time you want to write smut for edgy!karl...post pregnancy scare...karl having a fixation on readers tiddies...like the whole time. -🧚🏻‍♀️”

“i stg this is my last thing ill send in today about edgy!karl but karl letting reader dom him completely.-🧚🏻‍♀️”

“CONSIDER edgy!Karl saying ‘that's my girl’”

∘ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ warnings: nsfw (minors dni), mentions of underaged sex, asphyxiation, domination, this being 4k

∘ word count: ~4000 (im so sorry)

∘ links: 𐐪 ao3 𐑂 𐐪 previous part 𐑂 𐐪 submit an edgy!karl edit 𐑂

∘ disclaimer: I made up all the dynamics and Karl lore. This is also an au and I do what I want so

You rolled your shoulders, twisting your back to alleviate some of the stress in your back as your mind raced at the possible outcomes of spending the weekend at Karl’s parent’s place. He seemed to deal with the situation in his own way, a cigarette lazily hanging from his lips as he scrubbed the nail polish from his fingers. You wondered if his parents were sticklers for order, then again, knowing Karl, there was no way they weren’t crazy strict. You thought about your own family and what would happen if Karl were to meet your mother.

Karl seemed almost absent-mindedly going through the motions of visiting them like you had nothing to worry about. There were occasions when he even made it clear that you had your life more intact than he did, so it was doubtful they would hate you.

You peered over at him, taking your eyes off the road momentarily as he paused to blow smoke out of his window. “Why do you have to take it off?” You asked, gesturing to his hands.

He scoffed slightly, sitting up and throwing the dirty cotton ball into the small bag beside him. “My mom hates the dark colors,” he murmured, flicking his cigarette bud outside. He moved a hand to settle over your thigh, wrapping his fingers around the flesh. “Don’t worry, I’ll paint them again when we get back,” he chided. “I know it’s the only reason you keep me around.”

You snorted at this, shaking your head at his joke.

The two of you came to a small stop-over town, swapping seats after filling up the tank at the local gas station. Through the crack in the passenger window, you could hear the cashier greeting Karl as if they were old friends, smacking him on the back and walking him out the door with a smile. As Karl sank into the driver’s seat you furrowed your brows. He looked at you with a shrug. “We vacation around here sometimes,” he brushed off, making your mouth twist in disbelief. He was downplaying the extent of his family’s hold over the town.

As the two of you drove through the main street of the town, your eyes snapped to the various stores with his last name plastered on the signs. You nearly asked him about it, instead opting out as you figured he would give you a half-assed answer and only give you part of the story.

His house had its own street, a long winding road that ended in a looped driveway the size of a suburban cold-de-sac. You willed yourself not to let your mouth gape at the sheer size of the mansion as it stared back at you, blocking the moonlight as Karl opened the passenger door for you to climb out. “Stop treating me like the fucking Queen of England,” you murmured, elbowing him as he pulled on his hoodie, shaking out his hair slightly.

He laughed at you, popping a piece of gum in his mouth, and pressing his lips to yours in a nearly heated kiss as if to give you a taste of what he had in store of you. As he broke the embrace, his nose brushed against yours. “I can treat you worse if you want, pet?” He offered, causing you to shove him away from you.

“We are literally in your parents’ driveway. Chill out,” you urged, making him chuckle as he laced his fingers with yours, pulling you towards the front door. Your heart hammered in your ears as he pushed open the door. You tugged on his arm. “Shouldn’t we knock first?” You whispered, making him pop his gum and shrug.

As if telling you not to worry, he pulled you the rest of the way in the house, only to be greeted with an old man barely reaching over your height. “Karl! My god, you nearly scared the living daylights outta me!” He hooted, as Karl wrapped his arm around the old man, the two chattering away like the best of friends.

You smiled at the warmth between the two, watching Karl blossom. He moved to stand by you, wrapping his arm around your waist and gesturing to the man. “This is my nanny, Leslie. He wouldn’t leave so I think he just dusts the books in one of the libraries,” Karl joked, making the man swat the air in front of Karl.

You raised your eyebrows. “One of the libraries?” You repeated quietly as if to make sure you heard him correctly.

He smirked at you, disregarding your surprise. “This is my girlfriend,” he introduced, rather proudly as Leslie’s face lit up. He grabbed your hands and rambled on about how he had never thought Karl would introduce a girlfriend to the family.

“I thought I heard Karl’s voice. Did he make it?” A feminine tone rang out into the foyer, capturing Karl’s attention a beat before she had started talking as if he had sensed her. You wanted to smirk at the vision, knowing he did the same when he heard you.

A woman came around the corner of one of the walls, her hair and makeup applied to a professional standard and her clothes were cleanly pressed. She looked as if she had just gotten home from an office job with a corner office. Her intimidating aura vanished along with his as soon as she saw him, scooping him up in her arms as he chuckled slightly. She held him out an arm’s length away, pinching his sides and calling him a beanstalk. Another man a few years older than Leslie entered the room, draped in a flowery apron. He embraced Karl as well, the couple fawning over him like they hadn’t seen him in years.

Karl gestured for you to come closer as he showed you off to the pair, introducing them as his parents. Karl’s mom immediately embraced you, murmuring about how Karl hadn’t brought a girl home in ages let alone a girlfriend and you were quickly being to notice a theme amongst the group.

The house was massive, which you had quickly noticed was even bigger than it looked outside, as Karl’s mother looped her arm around yours, giving you the tour and explaining the extensive history of the Jacobs family and their impact on the house. Leslie and she served as some of the most entertaining tour guides you’d ever experienced as they giggling and joked. Karl walked quietly behind the group of you, hands in his pockets as he looked up at the ceilings and pictures as if he hadn’t seen them a thousand times growing up.

You peered over your shoulder, making sure he was still with the rest of you. He set you a wink, lips curling at the sight of you getting along with his family members.

After you were finally beginning to lose track of time Karl broke into the charade, and after vaguely mentioning he was tired, his mother when into a mock cuddling mode, cooing to him sarcastically, yet letting the two of you slink away for the night with the promise of finishing the tour before Karl’s brother showed up in the morning.

Soon it was just you and Karl again, him leading you up a flight of stairs. The hallways were lit with small lanterns that at one time had probably fostered candles but were now replaced with electric ones. You weren’t sure where to look as the walls were crammed with painting and photographs. Half of you wanted to admire the architecture while the rest of you was attempting to identify who the artist was that had done most of the artwork.

Karl sighed tiredly, popping open a door and switching on the lights. You bit back a smile at the view of his room in its pristine condition. The various shades of blues and greys accenting the features of his bed and various pieces of furniture. As you looked around, he threw his wallet and keys onto the dresser beside his bed, shutting the door to drown out the faint music coming from the kitchen. You sat in one of the massive chairs beside the fireplace, your mind running blank with disbelief. A fire was already burning in anticipation of his return.

You ran your finger along the seam in the leather. “When you said your family had money… I didn’t picture all,” you paused gesturing around you, “… this…”

He shrugged with a small smile on his face. “Do you wanna know a little piece of Karl lore?” He asked, smugly.

You perked your eyebrows at his words. “You know I do.”

He gestured with his fingers for you to come towards him as he walked closer to one of the massive windows. He settled his hand in the crook of your neck, turning you to look across the pond at a few of the other massive properties. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before pointing at one directly in front of you. “I lost my virginity in that one,” he stated, making you chuckle.

He wrapped his arms around your waist. “And to whom?” You queried, as his teeth nipped at your ear.

You could practically hear him smirk. “Her name was Ms. Scarlet back then, but I think she’s been married again,” he answered, making you freeze in his hold. “I think she was between husband two and three.”

“Wait, what?” You turned around to face him.

He brushed his lips against yours. “You jealous?”

You furrowed your brows at him, pulling out of his touch. “Were you of age?” You questioned, voice coming out in almost a winded laugh.

He shrugged, plopping down on the bed behind him, leaning his weight back on his hands. “Not the first time.” He smiled up at you. “She’s a friend of mine’s mom. I cut her grass that summer.”

You rubbed your eyes. “Jesus Christ,” you murmured. “Did you hook up again after that?” It was like he had opened Pandora’s box, a mass of questions echoing like bees within your mind.

He looked at the ceiling. “We stopped before my sophomore year of college, I think.” He furrowed his brows in thought. “Yeah, so almost five years.” Your mouth gapped slightly. “But only when I came back for breaks.”

“You were seventeen?” You stressed. “And when you came back from where?” You sat beside him, attempting to decide if you should be worried or not. Obviously, it wasn’t a fact you could change, but the fact that a woman had him at so young-

He hummed slightly. “Boarding school,” he mumbled, trying not to seem smug. He wrapped his arm around your waist. “I know it sounds bad now, but she wasn’t taking advantage of me or anything,” he assured. “I think you’d like her, honestly.”

“You think I’d like a woman that preys on little boys?” He snorted at your comment and you smacked his chest, making him laugh louder.

He dug his face into your neck. “Age of consent is lower here,” he continued to assure. “Baby, I’m okay.” His teeth nipped at your skin. “Plus, I don’t think I’d know how to make you feel so good without her.” That made you green around the gills. You attempted to put the thought of Karl and an older woman out of your mind. “How did you lose yours?”

You swallowed your questions, deciding to save them for another day. “In a treehouse before I left for college. With my roommate’s twin brother,” you murmured.

He chuckled. “Oh, shit. We’re both bad friends, aren’t we?” He jested.

You shook your head, chewing the inside of your cheek. “I was dating him, actually. It was really brief.”

“The sex or the relationship?” He asked, making two gesture two fingers into the air. He pulled away from you, sending you a small smile. “And what’s his name? I need to know who you’re comparing me to.”

You scoffed. “Clay,” you answered, the image of the boy flashing into your mind for an instant.

Karl’s demeanor changed. “Clay?” He repeated, sounding like you earlier as you wrapped your brain around the extent of the Jacobs fortune. “What does that seem so familiar…” he trailed off in thought. You perked your eyebrow at him, knowing full-well the two could have unintentionally crossed paths on campus.

The next morning, you could have sworn you were on the set of a period piece if it weren’t for Karl’s father’s golfing attire and his mother’s tight black dress as they welcomed various family members into the house. You had finally met Karl’s older brother, an accomplished man with a good job and an even more impressive education, yet each time he attempted to boast about his earnings or the progress he was bringing to the family business, he was swatted off only for his parents to gloat about Karl’s fraternity connections and grades.

You peered over Karl’s shoulder as he showed you Todd’s Instagram post, the two of you scoffing before you liked his picture from your account, making Karl roll his eyes as you snickered.

“… And that being said, renting cars is no longer a strenuous task,” Karl’s brother finished.

Mrs. Jacobs nodded her head slightly. Karl had mentioned the family joke of disregarding what his brother said, even if it was impressive or you were interested. It had been a running gag since Karl was in high school and they weren’t planning on letting up anytime soon. “Yeah, that’s neat. Did you hear Karl learned how to do his own laundry?” His mom boasted with a small chirp to her voice as if Karl were the best thing on the planet.

You bit back a laugh as his brother grumbled to himself, his wife patting his arm reassuringly. “He was also one of the most expensive at KA. Very impressive son!” His dad added, sending him a thumbs up.

You stood with Karl in the living room; his arm draped around the top of a bookshelf you were leaning against as you both listened to one of his cousins talk about a new boat they had just paid off.

Your heels felt tight on your feet as you switched the weight from one ankle to the other, leaning closer to Karl. He moved so his lips were near your ear. “Don’t let him fool you. It’s a hollowed-out log with a rudder,” he chided, making the corner of your mouth twist up.

“It’s not much, but it’s honest,” you mockingly defended. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“Inexplicably,” he murmured back, making you laugh quietly. He let a beat of silence pass between the two of you before wetting his lips. “Say the word and we’ll find a random room and I’ll ruin your makeup,” he whispered.

You scoffed, inching closer to him while your eyes remained on the center of the room where everyone was talking. “How can you be horny around your family?”

You could feel his warm breath against your neck. “Because I’m more focused on you in that tight little dress than Kevin’s boat.”

You took a sip from your cup. “Dirty boy,” you joshed quietly.

Karl smirked at you before his eyes drifted to the front door, a new flow of people filing into the house. You noticed him grow quiet, following his gaze to a woman and a boy around your age. They greeted Karl’s parents happily before integrating into the living room with the rest of you. You could tell by the way his face twisted smugly that the woman was Ms. Scarlet. You drew in a breath as she neared the two of you.

Karl stood up a bit straighter and you bit back a laugh, making a mental note on having to tease him about his MILF. The woman smiled brightly at Karl, pinching his cheek. You attempted to piece together who the boy was and if Karl had mentioned him before.

Karl cleared his throat after they shared their pleasantries. “Uh, this is Nick, but everyone calls him Sapnap, and this is his mom… Ms. Scarlet?” He questioned the last part as she charmingly laughed.

“Oh, no darling. I’m Mrs. Donahue now.” Sapnap rolled his eyes slightly at her words, taking a sip of his drink as she winked at him.

Karl smirked. “Right, congratulations. Anyway, they’ve been our neighbors for years-”

She cut him off, squeezing his arm. “Oh, come on! We were trying to marry Karl off to one of Nick’s cousins and finally join the families, but it’s just funny how things work out,” she stated. You wracked your brain, attempting to figure out if it was a dig at you or Karl. The two of them went off on a tangent about the array of Sapnap’s cousins that Karl had had to take on dates and whatnot.

“So, you’re dating Karl then?” Sapnap asked you, more of an aside as they had seemed to forget about you.

You nodded; the fact still rather foreign to you when given the chance to think about it. “Yeah, I’ll claim him,” you joked. “Did you guys go to the same high school?” You asked, attempting conversation.

He looked at you tiredly. “Yeah, yeah. We’ve been classmates since we were little.” You hummed in interest. “I mean, since he fucked my mom we haven’t been hanging out or anything,” he added as if you had been itching to ask.

You had been.

You snorted at his words as he smiled slightly. “Sorry, that’s not funny,” you apologized, covering your mouth.

He shook his head, laughing softly. “No, it definitely is, don’t worry.”

“How did, uh… that affect you guys?” You asked, biting back your humorous response.

He seemed to relax from his stiffened introduction a few minutes prior. He wet his lips. “Honestly, there’s no going back from that, you know?”

You giggled. “No, I don’t.”

He laughed at your answer, covering it with a cough as Karl seemed to remember you were standing beside him. Sapnap’s mom suddenly spotted an old friend of hers, the two parting from your life almost as quickly as they had entered. You leaned against Karl’s arm.

“I like Sapnap,” you hummed, watching the two leave. “He seems quiet.” Karl shrugged beside you. Your mind wandered to whether Sapnap knew Todd. Part of you wished you had asked him, but you were struggling to remember Todd’s real name anyway. “Did you have fun with your lady friend?” You mocked, looking up at him.

He shook his head, biting back a smirk. “You’re my lady friend.”

You chuckled. “Oh? I thought you’d forgotten.”

Before you knew it, you were pressed against Karl in a coat closet in a remote part of the house, unable to make it to his room before his hands were up your skirt and his lips were attacking your skin. He pinned you against the door as if he were worried you would slip out of his grasp as he ground his hips against yours. His teeth grazed against your neck in a mess of hands and hair.

You pushed him further into the closet before he plopped down in a chair towards the back. The both of you shared a look of confusion as to why it was there yet shrugged and went back to carding your fingers through his hair and tugging at his lips with your own. He moaned into your mouth as you climbed into his lap, his hands gripping the flesh of your thighs before snaking up to slip into the top of your dress and take your breast into one of his large hands.

Kissing him felt strange without his tongue ring; if you weren’t so desperate to get yourself off, you would have complained about missing it.

You ground yourself on his lap, groaning at your newfound friction as he spread his legs further for you, his free hand dragging you against his crotch. You pressed your lips against his neck, biting at the skin, determined to mark him as yours. You weren’t doing it to ward off Ms. Scarlet, no. This was for you, knowing full well that Karl always wore your hickeys with pride.

Your hands went to his belt buckle, impatience taking over as you nipped at his skin, earning moans of pleasure as he let you have your way with him. He pressed his lips to your chest as you freed his cock from its cloth entrapment, stroking him with your hand. “Give me your panties,” he whispered, breathlessly as he hooked his fingers around your waistband. You obliged before angling him at your entrance and sinking down onto him. The two of you let out moans of pleasure, swallowing each other’s appraisal.

The air grew warm around the two of you as you began to roll your hips against him. Your head tilting back as you tried to quiet yourself down, knowing the last thing you wanted was for someone to walk in… again.

Karl’s fingers moved to unzip your dress, exposing your chest to his mouth as your fingers moved to tug at his dark locks. He ground his hips up into yours, a thankful moan slipping past your lips as his tongue pressed against the valley between your breasts.

You pushed him against the back of the chair, capturing his lips against your and slipping your tongue into his mouth. He completely submitted to your actions, wanting nothing more than to taste you as you began to ride him harder. Your nails dug into the back of the chair, your other hand moving to unbutton the top of his shirt and wrap around his neck. “Is she better than me?” You asked; your breath husky and demanding as his teeth flashed back at you, his leering smirk mixing with his blissed-out expression as he tried not to roll his eyes at how good he felt with you taking all of him.

“N-no. Of course not,” he groaned. His lips were pink from your teeth, cheeks flushed with lust and adrenaline as his blunt nails raked up your body to claw at your back. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned, voice almost a whimper.

You moved your hand to press your thumb to brush against his bottom lip, loving the pleasured expression on his face as he looked at you like you owned him. “Good,” you answered plainly, swirling your hips and tightening your grip on his neck before you could feel your impending orgasm nearly within reach. He almost smiled up at you. What a little freak.

You moved your hand to fist in the front of his shirt, pulling him up to press your lips against his as you bounced on top of him. He let out a deep moan before you felt him release, making you scoff sardonically. His fingers moved to grip your hips, thrusting against you harder, determined to get you to follow him. You dug your face into the crook of his neck, his teeth digging into your skin.

Shamelessly, you let him drag you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you with a flash of heat and relief. Karl kissed you roughly, desperate to taste your moans as if looking for your approval. "That's my girl," he moaned, smiling against your lips.

As the two of you straightened your clothing and cleaned up your appearances, you went for your underpants in Karl’s pocket, but he grabbed your wrist, drawing you to his chest. “You got to be on top, that means I’m in charge of foreplay for the rest of the night,” he answered, pressing a brief and sultry kiss against your lips to wipe away your shocked expression.

“Fine, then I’m in charge when we get back and I’ll send lewds to Todd,” you threatened with an empty conscious on the matter. “Just to make it spicy. Stir it up a bit,” you joshed.

He groaned, making you smirk. “You’re playing with fire,” he mumbled.

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