#She Should Be an Insane Wreck for What She Did

[mumpsetc]

I Did What Anybody Would That Day

[madamechrissy]

Fractured Desires

ꕥ Pairings: Suguru Geto x Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader (Mostly Satoru Gojo x Reader)- It's a mess tbh lol

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, threesomes/ foursomes/ complicated shit, infidelity. Abusive gaslighting Suguru. Yandere Gojo behavior. In this chapter- Rough sex, obsessed behavior, stalking, trauma, heavy angst, blow jobs, deep throating, overstim, face smacking, breeding kink, cunnilungus, PSYCHO stalker SATORU but he's hot. Toxic relationship

ꕥ Word Count this chap- 11.5k

ꕥ Summary- You meet Suguru Geto at your work, he is charming, gorgeous, and has a poly lifestyle. You jump in, and you all share women and have way too much fun. But then it's starting to get serious between you, official even. He can't wait to have you meet his best friend. But... Satoru Gojo hates you. The minute you meet. He gives you no reason, but he's nasty to you, no matter what you try. Suguru finally has enough of Satoru being so mean and brings up the idea - 'let's have you two fuck this frustration out'

Satoru hates you because deep down wants to make you his. He doesn't understand how Suguru could ever want anyone but you. Though it's a bad idea, he agrees to share you with Suguru for a chance at you and... The moment he touches you... Rules are bent and broken, Suguru develops feelings for another girl, and Satoru gets further obsessed with you. Nothing is as it seemed. Will everyone get hurt?

Chapter 5 - Masterlist (playlist there now too)

Chapter 6

Satoru's POV

Satoru can’t stand not hearing from you. After you telling him you had a bad night, you never wrote him at all, and he’s pacing back and forth in his office, losing his fucking mind. He’s wrecking his usually perfect hair as the clock ticks along the wall, maddening, as he keeps checking his phone.

Tick Tick Tick.

Satoru should call you, but could he? He’d never tried to be with a woman, they’ve just thrown themselves at him for as long as he can remember. You all aren’t together, no, but you brought up a date, and fuck if the thought of that didn’t drive him insane, to think he’d be lucky enough to date you. Sure, he fucked you, but to be with you…

The thought of it has him salivating for you, as he stares at the one picture he’d stolen, fuck why can’t he have a picture of you, why hasn’t he asked? Satoru is afraid, that’s why. He’s so scared to reveal his true self to you, to only be rejected, though you seem so far to absolutely take anything he’s given, and he’s given you the worst side of him.

You didn’t seem to be aware you were too good for him.

He has to work in an office next to Suguru, knowing he did that to you. Yes, he’d been friends with Suguru forever, but he’d been dark, he’d been off right before he met you. Satoru thought you were bringing him light, and that was why he absolutely could not have done anything to you, but it was all because he wanted to hurt Satoru.

Even dangling you in front of him for the threesome, his eyes had been so amused as he’d watched Satoru. As he watched him knowing he took you first, and not just ‘first’ but literally took your first time from you. The way you had looked, so shattered, had made him want to do far more than beat his fucking friend up, oh so much more.

Knock Knock Knock.

Satoru puts up his phone, he’d been zoomed in on your pretty face, imagining himself caressing it so sweetly, imagining letting go. He sighs, sitting in his chair now, dreading whoever it may be. He certainly didn’t wanna see Suguru, he’d avoided him all morning.

“Come in.” He says, throwing his feet up on his big wood desk, his shoes glinting in the office light.

His assistant walks in, the one he used to fuck until… well until he fucked you, actually, so he’d fucked her just last week. But she’s disgusting to him now, even though she’s a pretty girl, he guesses. He’d thought of you every time he’d fucked her, to the point he’d have your picture up and sneak looks as he was inside her, pumping with a condom, so that he could cum.

“Yes, what do you need, Manami?” He asks casually, and she smiles a bit, curving up at the corner of her lips, shutting the door behind her.

“I should ask what you need, Mr. Gojo?” She saunters up, she’s wearing a tight purple dress, her hair sleek and flowing down her shoulders, as she comes to sit right on Satoru’s desk.

“I’m good. If that’s all?” He says arrogantly, raising a brow, and her eyes narrow a bit as she looks at him, before she runs a hand on his shoulder, making him tense.

“It’s been a week, I figured you’d like some…” She slides her manicured hand down his chest now. She has sleek red nails, nothing like your stupid glittery pink, she’s womanly, not girly like you and…

She disgusts him.

“Some… ‘what’? Coffee? Sure, go make some.” He takes her hand off, as the only hand he wants touching him is yours, even if it’s a goddamn dream currently.

“Mr. Gojo, have I done something wrong?” She asks then, and maybe Satoru should care, but you’re the only one he really feels like trying to be nice to.

“Nah, just not interested.” He taps his fingers on his stomach, and she spreads her legs wide then, elegant red bottom heels on either arm of his chair, not silly girlie shoes like you, no she had class.

It was a turn off.

He likes your stupid platforms, he likes your mary janes, he likes those doc martens you look like you’ve had your whole life, all beat up. Fuck Satoru finds so much about you attractive, his eyes shut for just a moment as he pictures you on his desk, in some pleated preppy skirt, spread wide. And fuck if it doesn’t make him stupidly hard in his pants.

“Maybe go see Suguru. He’s probably down.” Satoru says, opening his eyes to close her legs then, and she’s now got her lip trembling, making Gojo annoyed. He rolls his blue eyes, now she’s irritating him with this. “It was just dick, calm down.”

“Just dick? It was the best I’ve ever had!” Gojo smirks then, shrugging, patting her thighs now.

“I know, I’m the best. Be happy you got any from me. Take it as a win, mmkay?” He helps her down off his desk, only for her to lean forward, pressing a kiss against his lips, her hand sliding to find where he’s rock hard, from thoughts of you.

“Sure you don’t want me? I’ll just suck it, please Mr. Gojo.” She begs, stroking him then, and sure that feels good, sure he could get off, but it’s not you.

Fuck he hates you.

Why do you have to ruin everything he’s ever done, ruin his life, ruin his thoughts? When you just got fucked by Sugu the other day, but you’re done with that, and damned if Satoru would not be done himself. Honestly though, he doesn’t want this girl, he doesn’t want anyone but you.

She’s dropping to her knees, and Satoru hates you more then, because how were you making him so pathetic he’s turning down a blow job!? Not even dating you at all. What the fuck were you making him into, with your perfect little giggles, with your beautiful eyes filled with tears, with the body women paid to have, but you just have it and hate it.

He wants to make you love it.

“Get up, jesus fuck.” He grumbles, backing away, as she’s trying to unzip him. “Like consent is cool yeah? I said no thanks.”

“I didn’t know if you were like… being kinky?” She’s still on her knees, it’s kind of awkward to be honest.

He can’t stop his laugh, nor does he really want to.“Not kinky, just don’t-” The door opens then, and Suguru is standing there, Manami is slowly getting up, using the desk to pull herself, and Suguru’s dark eyes light up then, as he smirks and looks at Gojo and Manami.

“Lock the door when you get bjs, Satoru.” He says, taking out his phone then, acting casual.

“Not getting one. Don’t want one from her. No offense.” She’s bright red, and she’s turning, stomping out of the room and slamming the door, as Suguru is texting. Satoru narrows his eyes at his friend. “What the fuck you doing?”

“Mmm, thinking of letting your new girl know.” Satoru glares then, walking up to Suguru and slamming him against the wall.

“Let her know what? First off, we’re not together yet, but second off? I don’t fucking want anyone but her. You’re so stupid, had the prettiest girl there is and you let her fuck me.”

“Exactly, I let her fuck you. After my cock was inside of her first. How’d that feel, Satoru?” Satoru punches him right in the ribs then, making Suguru cough and bend over.

“How’s it feel she got a taste of me and forgot about you completely, huh?” Satoru asks with a smirk, blue eyes glinting, and Suguru scowls now. “Shoko turned you down, yeah? Good for her.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Satoru laughs as he watches real emotion in Suguru’s eyes, now he’s shoving Satoru in the blue office wall, so hard books are falling off the shelves now.

“Aw, buddy, I’m sorry, but she never fucking liked you like that. She doesn’t like any guy like that, idiot. She probably liked her more-”

“Keep Shoko’s name out of your goddamn mouth. Worry about your stupid little slut now, and how easy she’ll be gone.” Satoru scowls at the disrespectful words he calls you, yanking him by his collar.

“Watch your fucking mouth, Suguru.”

“Like you don’t call her that? Like she’s not? Had no problem with both of us eating her out did she?”

“She isn’t a slut, you are, Suguru. Cheated on her like it was nothing, did Shoko even know you had rules?” Suguru looks down then, seemingly resigned for one moment, but Satoru doesn’t buy his shit anymore. “Ah, she didn’t know. Maybe I should let her-”

“Don’t fucking talk to her!” He shoves at Satoru again, and Satoru sees right through him now.

“I never wanted Shoko, and she didn’t want me, jesus christ. Get the fuck over it, how many years will you drag this out? I’ve apologized so many times.”

“You didn’t care when you did it, when you told me years later, as if it were some funny fucking story.”

“So take it out on me, why her!?”

“Because you don’t fucking care about yourself, do you Satoru?” Suguru’s words stab Satoru in the heart, and Satoru gets even more infuriated, the room closing in on him. The walls were closer, closer, until he felt almost like he could faint from the pain, from the breathless agony.

“I wonder what Shoko thinks, she’s not the girl to have let another girl be hurt so badly. Does she know what you did to her? How you went against every rule-”

“She knows she got upset because of a misunderstanding. That’s all you need to know.” Suguru shoves Satoru's chest now.

Satoru smiles as he puts it together. “So Shoko won’t answer your calls because you’re a piece of shit now, and now you lost your little toy and the high school crush? You’re like a spoiled little child.”

“Says you, fucking idiot. You know… she’s totally fucking her friend, yeah? Or she will be. Walked in on them holding hands last night. Looks like she’ll be passed around and around. I mean, she’s definitely an elite fuck, that’s for-” Suguru’s words are cut off as Satoru’s pulse races so much his whole body feels numb.

“What?” Satoru demands through gritted teeth, and Suguru’s smirk is back, split lip and all.

“Choso, goth bartender. Bet he’s with her now. Ah, he’s so clearly in love with her-”

“What do you mean you saw her!?”

“Oh… that’s what you mean. Well, thought I’d talk.”

Satoru’s hand is tight around Suguru’s neck now, his eyes turning serious, a storm of bright blue. “If you hurt her in any way, I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Hurt her? No, I’m not as rough with sex as you, Satoru. I liked to take my time with her, you know, make love. Not as barbaric.” Suguru pats Satoru’s cheek then, and Satoru can’t control the rage in his body.

“It doesn’t matter how ‘sweet’ you were if you took her virginity like that. It’s fucking wrong, Suguru what has happened to you, it’s like I don’t know you!” Satoru feels emotions well up, as who he thought was the best goddamn person he knew could be so careless, so cruel.

“Satoru you act like a virgin is new. How many have you had? I’ve had plenty, no not a twenty four year old one. Kinda thought she was lying till…”

“Don’t, I swear. I can’t fucking take it.” He turns, his head pounding with images, of you so trusting and sweet under Suguru Geto, who had so much experience, older than you, playing you.

“It didn’t hurt her, you big baby-”

“You did. Mentally. Emotionally. How can you have acted so mad at me for comments when you did all that?”

“Well, I thought what better way to have you get a taste of what you were missing out on. Best friend.” Suguru says mockingly, and Satoru’s fists clench and unclench at his sides. “Anyway, she clearly still wants me, she was so wet, Satoru. Well, you know how wet she gets now.”

He better not have touched you.

He better not have fucking…

Why didn’t you answer? What happened to make your day bad?

Did he…

“What the fuck did you do? You better tell me before I find out.” Suguru chuckles a bit, brushing himself off as he backs away so casually.

“Oh I just gave her a little of what she wanted, you didn’t seem to respect my relationship with her, so don’t expect me to.” Satoru’s chest tightens painfully, he’s so afraid that he’s caused you pain that he can’t take it. He also can’t stand the thought of Suguru touching you…

Suguru wasn’t like that, was he?

Was he?

Did he even know Suguru anymore…

“Enjoy the pretty Princess for now.” He pats Satoru on the shoulder with a smirk. “Especially since I sent her a photo of you just now.”

“You what?”

“Your serve, Satoru.” Suguru saunters the fuck out, and Gojo cannot keep himself together, he’s ripping apart at the seams, he then exhales when he sees you pop up on his phone. He swipes up with shaky hands.

Short Stuff: I’m sorry I didn’t write last night, Toru.

Satoru: Suguru write to you?

Satoru is wiping sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, his gold watch scraping against his overheated skin. He is so afraid to not even get a fucking chance with you.

Short Stuff: Yes.

He sighs, covering his face in his hands.

Short Stuff: I don’t believe him.

What!?

Satoru: I need to see you, now.

Short Stuff: Need my address?

Satoru: I've been there.

Short Stuff: What!!!

Satoru: Heading over.

***

You really think Satoru hasn't been in front of your house? You think he hasn’t watched you so many fucking times? Watch as you shimmy out of your ugly little beetle into your little home. It’s small, but he notices it’s yours, all yours, no roommates, no little apartment, you seem to have bought this yourself. You take good care of that little yard, wearing those shorts…

Fuck those white cut off shorts, that show way too much ass.

You really shouldn’t show off what’s his that much, but then, you’re not just his… yet, at least. Plus he enjoys watching you every now and then, especially when he’s leaving work, before you’d go see Suguru, there was this bit of peace watching you water all your succulents. Watch the sun kiss perfect skin, watch the way your ass looked when bent over at the waist.

He sometimes would watch after your work, not long no, Satoru has a life, but long enough to make sure no psycho got in there with you. You were so pretty and so many guys hit on you, he worried one would stalk you, follow you. He tried not to do it too often, but he just couldn’t help worrying.

Yeah, it’s pretty fucked up, but that’s what you do to him.

Your pretty face wrecks every rational thought Satoru ever had.

Now he’s right in front of your house, and he sees there is another car there instead of yours. He frowns a bit, growing even more worried as he walks up and knocks on the door. It’s not you who answers, it’s that tall goth bartender you work with, he’d be worried if he was less of a man, but he can tell that you all are friends, he’s seen you both interact at the bar.

How many nights had he wished he could have said hi?

And now…

The guy in front of him crosses his arms, until you peek out from around him, smiling just a bit, but your eyes are puffy, and you look fucking exhausted. You’re wearing pajamas and it’s about four in the afternoon, along with fuzzy pink slippers and your hair is in a messy bun.

“Satoru, that was quick… Choso he’s fine, let him in.” You tap his shoulder, Choso his name was, hadn’t Suguru said that? And Choso nods, moving so you can come inside.

He’s not seen inside your home, it’s cozy and full of various knick knacks, it’s not messy but it’s not spotless. It’s lived in and comfortable, though Satoru thinks it’s way too small for you, but every part that he sees is you. Every little painting on the walls, which are old wood walls that he hadn’t seen in ages, along with stacks of notebooks on your little coffee table.

You write, that’s your passion you said. Your eyes lit up when you spoke about it.

Satoru will just buy you a bookstore or something, so you can be safe, he’ll just make sure you have no bills, so you don’t have to bartend. You can just live with him, live your damn dream, you don’t need to work ever. Also, this place is too small, not good enough, he needs to make sure you have better.

You take his hand tentatively, like you’re afraid of his reaction, looking up at him with tired eyes, and Satoru’s heart breaks at the sight. “It’s a little messy, I’m sorry, I didn’t expect company. And Choso is used to it.”

“She really sucks at cleaning.” Choso playfully pushes you a bit, and you’re smiling the tiniest bit finally.

“I try!”

“What happened?” Satoru asks gruffly, and you sigh, looking down, those lashes casting shadows, he can see you’ve scrubbed yourself clean, you’re completely bare faced and look so smooth.

“Maybe you should tell him what happened.” Choso says behind Satoru, he looks over at him, with knowing eyes. “Choso, by the way.”

“Satoru. You… took care of her last night?” Satoru asks softly, and Choso nods, yawning.

“I did, even thought I wanted to just fucking kill your friend, but Barbie wouldn’t let me leave.” He ruffles that bun in your hair, kissing your head then, and you sigh, hugging him.

Satoru should be furious, but something about your connection doesn’t worry him. “Thank you for taking care of her.”

You and Choso stare up at Satoru in shock, and who can blame you. “Thought you said he was kinda a dick, Barbie?” Choso’s violet gaze looks right at you, and you flush so prettily then.

“I am.” Satoru says, earning a soft giggle from you and a smirk from Choso. “A huge dick actually.”

“Well, I like you a lot better than your friend.” Choso’s fists are clenching, opening and closing as he sighs.

“Yeah, well I hate him too. Can we talk?” Satoru asks you, and you nod then, looking at Choso.

“You okay with him, Barbie?” Barbie huh? Well it fits you, you’re even shaped like one, in those pink pjs.

“Yeah, Cho. Go get sleep please, I know my couch is not comfy.” You say, looking down at the well worn tan leather couch of yours.

“I’m fine.” He cracks his neck though, and Satoru starts to put it together, clearly this man held you as you sobbed all night.

What the fuck happend.

“No, go home and sleep. I’ll text you later.” You kiss his cheek, your sweet lips look so soft that Satoru aches, and Choso sighs, hugging you to him.

“Love you, Barbie.”

“Love you, Cho.”

Choso holds his hand to Satoru now, covered in tattoos and black rings, and Satoru takes it as he tilts his head, studying Satoru. “Don’t be a dick to her. I’m going to catch a charge when I meet your friend again, but you seem… to care. Just…”

“I won’t hurt her, I never would.” Satoru says, and Choso nods, walking out then, and shutting the door behind him, leaving you both alone.

You’re nervously playing with your hands in front of your lap, and Satoru is inhaling your sweet fucking scent, as he looks how tiny and small you look, how forlorn and sad. He wants to hold you, but he doesn’t want to scare you, and he also wants to slam his lips on yours, he wants to make love to you, he wants…

Everything. Satoru wants everything, all of you.

You tentatively walk up to him, and he takes a step closer, then you step even closer, until you’re right in front of him, until he feels your body heat. Satoru gently takes your shoulders in his hands, sliding down to your arms, and you gasp a bit, your hands on his chest. Satoru’s heart is racing, his hands now sliding to your little waist, his grip tightening.

“How do you know where I live, Toru?” You whisper, making him smirk just a bit, as he brings you against him.

“You really wanna know?”

“Fuck, maybe not.” You rest your head on his chest, exhaling, and he pulls you even tighter, wanting to feel you, every bit of you. “I meant to text back. I just had a rough night.”

“What happened? Tell me everything, I’ll fix it, I’ll make it go away, I swear to God I will. I’ll do anything.”

You look up at him in surprise, but then he watches it shift to emotion, to fright now. “I don’t know how to say it…”

“Tell me. Did he fucking touch you!?” He demands, shaking you now, his grip on your delicate flesh bruising. You blink away a fresh set of tears, gasping just a bit, as you hold onto him tightly.

“Did I deserve it?” You whisper, and that’s the moment you shatter Satoru Gojo’s fucking heart. When he sees you dejected, when he sees you in your head, when he sees you so small and crumbling.

“No. No. No. You deserve everything. Do you not fucking see it?” He’s shaking you again, but you’re stiff, you’re opening and closing your mouth, as if you can’t say it, as if it would make it real.

What did he do to you?

What had Suguru become?

“Tell me. Now.” He says tersely, and you back away a bit, turning around and walking to your couch, grabbing a puffy butterfly plush and snuggling it to your chest, burying your face in it.

“I c-can’t. I can’t.” You’re sobbing, in a little ball, and Satoru leans over you causing you to look at him with watery eyes.

“You need to tell me. You need to. Did he touch you? Tell me.” You’re sniffling now, and finally Satoru can’t handle it, he’s grabbing your pretty face in his hands, glaring down at you. “Did he!?”

“Yes, but… not… didn’t rape me or…”

“He fucking touched you!” You’re tense, leaning back, fuck he’s scaring you, but he’s so furious he can’t think, he wants to fucking kill Suguru Geto.

He wants to end him.

He wants to cut his fucking hands off.

“Where?” He kneels now, pulling you out of that ball, and taking away your stuffie, putting it to the side, his hands on your thighs as you sit there criss cross. Your legs are trembling, as tears fall.

“Um… he… only for a… will you be mad at me!? I…”

“Stop it, fucking stop it, you’re being so fucking stupid.” He’s pulling you to him now, and your lips are a trembling mess right in front of him, your eyes locking onto his own. “You need to tell me, I have to know what he did. Where?”

You just look down at your lap, and his hands grip your hair so tight you cry out, as he realizes your intent. “Satoru, he just touched it, he was just so angry at me, that you came inside me. It’s on me…”

“No, no, no. No.” He’s standing now, and you stare up at him, as he turns to leave, to kill his ‘best friend’.

“Satoru, please stay. Please.” You come to cling to his waist, and he’s on edge, he’s so furious he can’t take it. “I need someone. I’m sorry.”

“Why do you apologize for nothing!?” He has you pressed against the front door, his hands around your delicate wrists, and your chest is heaving as you look up at him. “I’ll be back after I cut his goddamn hands off.”

“Satoru, don’t, please. You’ll just get in trouble because of me.”

Satoru growls, bending low as he looks at your beautiful face, just a breath away, you smell and taste so goddamn sweet even now, you’re so heartbreakingly beautiful, even looking a mess, you take his breath, you shatter his heart. You’re trying to care for him, even now, trying to explain away what Suguru has done. It makes him furious, why can’t you see what you’re worth!?

If you were you wouldn’t even talk to him, would you…

You make him feel he could be worth more.

Enough for you.

“He touched you. He doesn’t get to fucking do that anymore. He should have never been able to, so I’ll make sure he can’t again.” You’re panting now, as he’s squeezing your wrists hard, he eases back as he realizes, rubbing the little thin veins on your soft inner skin. You’re shaking in his hold, tears falling from your lashes in little droplets.

Satoru can’t breathe.

“He just wanted to fuck with me, I don’t think he’d-”

“How do you know? It’s like I don’t know him at all.” Satoru feels his own emotions welling up, and you have the audacity to press forward, to free your hands and run up his face, bringing him down to face you. “Let me go. I swear to god. You’re so small I’ll throw you out of my goddamn way if you don’t move.”

“I need to forget. Now. Please.” You whisper, Satoru exhales, closing his eyes against your perfect touch. “I need you here.”

“You think I don’t want to pump your pretty cunt full?” You suck in a breath, and your eyes glaze over, mirroring his own desire. “I need to take care of him first, then I’ll come back and fuck you till you forget.” He’s grabbing on your hips, pressing you further into that door, overheating when you’re rolling your hips up against him.

“Satoru you’ll make things awful, you work with him, you-”

“I don’t care about anything but you, it can all blow the fuck up.” He slams his lips down on yours then, and you reach up to cling around his neck, sweaty little palms feeling far better than any touch he’d ever had.

“Thought you hated me.” You whisper, he groans, as your lips are so fucking close that he tastes you.

“I do hate you.”

“I want this to work. I want you, Satoru.” You whisper up at him pleadingly, and you are his undoing.

He’ll kill Suguru in his sleep later.

For now, your breasts, lush and full, are pressed on his chest, and he can’t even function, not when his hard cock is screaming to claim you, not when your soft lips are pressing along his throat. He groans, leaning his head on the door right next to you, before punching it and making you tense, lips parted as you look up.

“He can’t touch you. He can’t. You’re mine. Mine.” You kiss him then, and Satoru loses all his senses, except for rage and lust, and you’re clinging to him desperately, as he drinks up your salty little tears. “Why couldn’t I have talked to you?” He huffs those words desperately.

“I wish I noticed you. How could I not have seen you?” You whisper now, your voice breaking, as you are caressing his face with your shaky hands, and Satoru’s throat constricts with his emotion, forcing him to swallow. “I won’t ruin your life with this, Toru.”

“Ruin my life. Ruin it. Just like I’ll fucking ruin yours.” He says then, and you cling to his shirt tightly, your lower lip trembling, and he’d give you anything you want when you look at him like that.

“Ruin me then.”

Fuck what you do to him.

“I already did. Look if I never brought you up-”

“Shut the fuck up. Stop it. Stop blaming yourself.” You plead, and those eyes he’s drowning in are a myriad of emotions. Your hands run up and down his abdomen, making every bit tremble, as he aches with his desire for you. “How were you wrong for telling your friend you thought I was pretty?”

“Not pretty. Not pretty.” He’s gripping your face so tightly you wince, as he craves to fuck into you then and there, right on your door. It takes all his control not to slide your pajama shorts to the side and shove his cock in that tight wetness he’d do anything to feel. “I didn’t say pretty.”

You frown a bit then, looking down. “I didn’t mean to presume-”

“I said you were so beautiful I couldn’t even fucking speak. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t function. Pretty isn’t enough.” You’re a mess now, his thigh is between yours, and you’re grinding on him, helpless for him. Fuck how are you helpless as he is, how can you be real?

“Satoru, thank you. Thank you for making me feel that way.” You whisper, making him scowl down at you.

“I don’t make you feel that way, I just say I hate you. I just keep it all in so you don’t destroy me completely.”

“The worst thing about last night wasn’t even him fingering me-”

“He stuck a fucking finger in you!?” He’s even angrier now, and you are well past caring now, you don’t care that he’s gripping you so tight he could crush your skull in his big hands. You don’t care that he’s scowling, that he’s breathing fire damn near, you just look up at him lovingly.

How can you!?

“The worst part was that Suguru said you’ll find someone prettier, that you’ll find someone better. That I’m not good enough.” You’re choking on your sobs, as Satoru’s rage grows exponentially, his brows low over his eyes with anger.

“There is no one else. There’s been no one else.” He’s slamming your pretty lips again with his own, kissing you over and over, and he drinks in your sighs, as he drinks in you. “Had to stare at a picture of you to fuck someone before I even got to taste you, think I’m wanting anyone?”

“Satoru… how’d you get a picture of me?” You mumble, and he just grins, pulling back and yanking that ponytail, taking your messy hair and gripping it in his big hands, pulling your head back. You’re soaking his thigh, with your sweet little sounds, with your eyes so full of tears still.

“Baby there’s a lot you don’t wanna know. You wanna talk about all of it, or want me to make you cum over…” He presses his hands on your breasts, cupping them, whispering against your lips. “And over…” He pinches your perky nipples, and you cling to him, desperate, almost as desperate as Satoru himself. “And over.”

Now he’s biting your neck, fuck you taste so good he can’t take it, you consume him entirely, he feels your pulse thrumming so quick like a little hummingbird. He feels your gasp, as he clings to your perfect body, so small in his big hands, feels you melting for him, feels your knees weakening.

Satoru cannot function or focus on anything aside from wanting to please you, to make you his entirely, and he will in every fucking way possible. He’s still enraged, he’s still infuriated, but he’s also going to give you anything you want, he’s too weak when it comes to you.

He’ll have to kill Suguru after he’s pumped you full of cum.

“Fuck it, I don’t wanna know right now. Just fuck me, please Toru. Please.” You beg now, and he’s groaning, picking you up in his arms easily, desperate for you, your legs eagerly wrap around his hips, your heat pressed against his cock, and he can hardly control himself, shaking as he holds you.

“Oh, I’ll fuck you baby, but you need to say it. That you’re mine, only mine. No one else gets to have you, do you understand? Do you!?” He is desperate as he looks at you, and you just nod, emotional, as he’s carrying you straight to your little room, yeah Satoru looked up the layout, don’t worry about that though. You only had a master and a guest room, it was easy.

“How do you know where my room is? I-”

“No getting fucked if you can’t shut that pretty mouth up.” He’s got you on your little bed then, and your eyes go wide, lips parting as he sinks on top of you, he’s longer than your entire bed, which he notices is covered in pink silk. He’ll mention he hates that later, right now he needs to taste you. “Say it.”

“I’ll be yours, Satoru Gojo. Yours.” You speak those words so goddamn sincere, with your perfect lips.

His chest tightens.

His heart constricts.

“You don’t understand.” He whispers, leaning up on long arms as he looms over you. “I mean mine. Mine. Only me. Can only be me in your head, in your thoughts, in your fucking mind. Got me? He can never fucking enter it again.”

“It’s only you in there already.” You whisper, blinking rapidly, tears hot and sticky now, and he feels like he’s going to fucking burst with the need to claim you, to make you scream his name, to make you cum until you forget Suguru completely.

Satoru can’t stand that he saw you like this.

Under him.

A virgin, innocent, young… and he did that to you.

He needs to make you both forget.

Don’t worry, he knows just how to.

“Good. That’s what I want to hear. That’s what I need to hear, baby. You’re mine, my good little girl.” He watches your eyes blow out at his words, watches the already intense desire grow as you’re under him.

“Good girl, fuck.” You whisper now, and he smiles a bit, not a smirk or a grin, no your cute little whimper makes him smile genuinely, even as you rip him apart with your perfection. Satoru has been so goddamn harsh with you, that you’re disintegrating at a couple words.

“Yes, you are a good girl right now. Now let’s get you naked and see what we can do about those sad eyes, yeah?” You nod, letting him pull your shirt over your head, revealing those perfect tits, and he groans, eyes locked on them as he runs his thumb over your nipples, watching them peak even more. “You’re so beautiful, baby. So fucking beautiful.”

“Oh Satoru… thank you.” You whisper, gasping and leaning your head back, your face red with emotion, as he leans down to kiss you, to taste you, to claim you. You reach for his cock, but he slams your hand up, shaking his head.

“Let me show you, let me show you how I’ll treat you, if you’ll be only mine.” Your gaze is lidded now, and you eagerly nod, biting that full lower lip with white teeth, your brows together as you’re arching for more of him.

“Please show me, Toru. Please.” You whisper, and your whisper is like a fucking caress to his ears.

Satoru's hands are shaking as he slides down your pajama shorts, revealing your already wet pussy, and he’s lost for words. You’re so beautiful he can’t even describe it. He leans down, kissing your stomach, and you moan so sexy, arching into his touch. His tongue traces the line of your inner thigh, teasing closer and closer to your center, making you squirm under him.

“Please, Satoru, I need you. I need to feel you inside me.” Your voice is so needy, and it’s all he can take. He needs to feel you, to claim you, to make you his. He slides down, his tongue flicking over your clit, making you gasp, your hands in his hair as he devours you. You’re so sweet, so perfect, and he can’t get enough.

“You can fucking wait, I am taking my time. Got it brat?” He scowls up at you, only serving to apparently further excite you, as more of your arousal seeps out of your puffy lips, drooling out of your tiny hole as he spreads you wide.

“Y-yes, Toru.”

He bites the fuck out of your thigh now, and you cry out, as he sucks on it, leaving a giant red spot glistening. “Say that better.”

“Are you trying to make love or be kinky!? Crazy fucking-ow!” You’ve earned a smack on your perfect cunt now, and you hiss, jerking at that.

“Don’t worry that pretty head about figuring me out, baby, not yet, maybe never. Now, I said to say that better.”

“Yes, Sir?”

You end him now, as those words slip out of your lips, tentative and afraid, as you look down at the man between your legs. And you should be afraid, because you’re Satoru’s now, and he won’t let you go.

“Good girl.” He cooes again, watching your pretty face as you melt for him. Satoru’s tongue circles around your clit, as he slides two fingers into your wetness, feeling how tight you are around him, how you clench around his digits. He’s going to stretch you, fill you, make you cum until you can’t take it anymore.

You’re moaning his name, your hips bucking against his mouth, and he loves it, he craves it.  “Satoru! Ah!” You cry out, your hands are entwined in his hair, as your hips buck up and he tastes you.

Fuck you taste so good.

“Mine, say it.”

Your POV

The possessiveness in his voice sends a shiver down your spine, as his tongue is working on you so goddamn good you can’t function. You struggle as you grasp his silky white hair, as a million questions should be swirling in your fucking mind, but there is nothing but how much you want him. Fuck you want him so much, no you crave him, no you need him.

You can feel his passion, his desperation, his need to claim you, to erase the memory of Suguru’s touch. And fuck if you’re not gonna give in, to let him take you, to let him consume you, to make everything else disappear. You are dying to feel every bit of his touch, every bit of his tongue, as it slowly circles your engorged little clit, and you’re screaming now.

“My name, say it. Say it.” He murmurs, blowing on your clit now, and pleasure is shooting through your stomach, making it clench.

“Satoru. Satoru. Satoru!” He’s humming on your clit with his moan now, his huge hands gripping your thighs as he drinks you. “Satoru…”

“Mmm…” He leans up for a moment, moaning as his brilliant blue eyes stare up at you, and fuck if you aren’t sucked in. “Your pussy is perfect.” He whispers, and you’re falling apart when he slides those two long fingers in your cunt again, pumping in and out, and then watching you, he’s just watching you, fuck he’s praising you!?

“In me, please Toru.” You beg, hips bucking up. “I’m close, please.”

“Oh baby, you're too impatient. No.” He pulls you by the fat of your ass, pressing those fingers up and hitting that spot that fucking blinds you. “You think you tell me what to do, huh?”

“I’m… not telling… I’m begging, fuck!” You cry out as he’s relentless, and you’re about to shatter, as he smirks up at you so goddamn sexy.

“Cum on m'face and let me drink you up. I want to taste you all fucking day, so I can lick my lips and have you on them.”

“Oh my-mnh!”

His words, his fingers, his mouth as he sucks on your little clit then, it fucking breaks you apart, piece by piece, the orgasm shredding your soul as his tongue puts you back together. He breaks you and fixes you, with every flick, every expert touch, as if this man has known your body forever.

As if he owns it completely, and maybe Satoru already does. His gorgeous eyes shut in his own pleasure, you feel him grinding his cock on your bed as he is devouring you, and you cum so hard you’re blinded, you can’t breathe, like nothing exists but him.

He moans as you’re soaking his face, there’s no other word, no one or nothing has made you as wet as this, even Satoru previously. It’s all over your pussy, your inner thighs, and he’s lapping it up, shaking his head side to side, pressing his hand on your tummy as he shoves his fingers in so deep.

“Too much! Too much! Please!” You beg, but he’s chuckling against you, peering up with a perfectly sculpted face covered in your slick, and he’s licking those stupidly full lips like it’s a gloss.

“Oh baby you don’t get to tell me when to stop. You’re mine, now. Yeah?” He plants a kiss on your clit, overstimulated and throbbing, you simply whimper out a little sound, unable to form a word with the onslaught of pleasure. He leans up now, hand wrapping your throat. “Say it.”

“Yours, I’m yours.” You are mumbling, as he’s leaning over you, still fully clothed in a damn dress shirt and slacks, and he’s soaked with you, you’ve dripped down to his fancy gold watch, as he keeps scissoring those fingers in you. “Toru, let me see you. Please.”

“So eager brat? Can’t be patient, are you too slutty for me?” He says, but you shake your head, hands going to unbutton his stupidly expensive shirt.

“You’re gorgeous, Satoru Gojo. Wanna see you.” You press kisses on the marble skin you slowly reveal, and his hand pauses for a moment, and you hear it, this little sexy whimper from the back of his throat. You hear how fucking much he wants you, you can feel evidence of it pressing on your thigh now.

“Then fucking ask right.” He smacks at your hands again, making them sting, and maybe you should question this incredibly attractive psycho you’re drowning in, the one sliding his fingers up and down your slit, making you twitch.

Maybe you should wonder why you crave this so bad after Suguru touched you, the way it had made you feel disgusting, small, horrible.

But Satoru makes you feel so goddamn good, he drowns out that noise in your brain, you can’t even find yourself caring that he knows where you live. Fuck, the idea of him knowing that excites you in some fucked up way, hitting some stupid part of your brain, where feminism has been long gone with this man. It’s all gone under him, under his touch, under his gaze.

God how he looks at you.

How he makes you feel.

You’re craving to touch him so badly, but he smacks your little hands again, and this time it stings bad, but you like it, no you love it. How he takes you over, how small you feel against him, under him. How he allows you no room to breathe, fuck you didn’t need to breath unless it was Satoru Gojo’s goddamn breath.

His anger, simultaneous with his passion, the sweet way he will kiss you, then the furious way he’ll slam his lips. What even is he, who even is he, this man you think you’re falling in love with? Don’t know a damn thing but how you feel, and you feel everything with him, physically and more. Every nerve-ending on fire, as he pulls on every emotion you have.

You’d do anything he asked.

“Can I please see you, touch you, Sir?” You whisper, pouting and blinking those lashes, and you watch him melt over you, groaning all sexy from the back of his throat, and he nods, letting you unbutton each little clear one, they pop and reveal more and more perfect skin, until he sits up.

He eases his shirt off his shoulders now, and your eyes drink in his perfect, chiseled body, the taut skin that ripples across those muscles, lean and hairless aside from a white trail under his belly button. Fuck he’s perfect, you muse as you sit up on shaky legs to run your hands down him gently, exhaling when you feel the heat of his skin.

“If you were smart you’d fucking run from me.” He says then, and you sigh, watching him jerk as your breath touches his chest, your palm right where his heart beats.

“There’s no running from you, is there?” He grins then, yanking the fuck out of your hair, and you moan at it, eyes fluttering shut for a moment in pleasure, as you inhale his scent around you. Fuck he fills something and you can’t exactly say what this is, but it’s everything to you.

“No, there’s no running. Not now, baby. But you don’t want to, do you?” You shake your head side to side, making the pull on your hair even better. You crave him so goddamn bad you can’t think, as your cunt is throbbing around nothing, painful at how much you crave this man.

“Let me suck you, Toru... Ah!” He smacks you right across your cheek, gently, but he sure fucking did, and it feels good, you cling to him more, moaning.

“You’re not learning quickly, are you? Or you like me fucking teaching you?” He yanks your hair so hard it’s ripping, and he’s breathing right against your lips as you feel tears pricking your eyes, and you love it so much you’d ask for another hit. But that terrifies you. “Don’t make me hit this pretty face again, be a good girl.”

“Maybe I like you smacking my face.” You whisper, and his brows raise, and you feel his heart beating hard against his chest. “Don’t you hate me, Toru?”

“Hate you… hate everything about you. How beautiful you are. How your face haunts my every dream. Hate that all I can think about is how many ways I can make you cum, when you’re offering to please me.” He’s caressing the cheek he smacked, tilting his head and looking at the other. “And you’re still asking wrong. You’re being a fucking brat.”

“Let me suck you pleae.” You take another smack, and you cry out, it stings so goddamn good you straddle him, and he groans, as you grind on his lap, mouth devouring his.

“Little slut. Little freak.” He groans out, gripping you so goddamn tight you can’t breathe, you swear you feel your damn ribs creak when he’s pressing on your ribcage, as he shoves you off him then, glaring at you, eyes glazed over. “I’m trying to be sweet and you’re pissing me the fuck off, brat.”

“Sweet huh!? You smacked me.”

He smirks. “Lovingly.”

You roll your eyes, huffing. He’s kinda right, and you’re mentally fucked, honestly. “Psycho.”

“Slut.”

“Sadistic stalker.”

He smirks then. “And? It’s your fault. Don’t be so fucking yummy.” He’s shoving you back down the bed, and you’re wriggling to get up, glaring at him.

“Let me suck your dick, why not!? I want it in my throat.” He moans then, lowering his head onto yours, and you feel his exhale tickling your lips.

“Such a whore.”

“For you.”

“Fuck you for saying it. For making me believe it.” He’s kissing you again all desperate, his voice breaks, and you’re yanking at his hair, dying for him, rubbing your bare pussy eagerly against that thick length.

“It’s true, I need you. Let me please you back. Alone, not with him, just us… please.” He eases away, off you, and then he sees it.

You need this.

“You're gonna do a good job, be a good girl for me?” He whispers, and you nod quickly, cunt dripping as he finally stands, and you’re on your hands and knees, sinking into your old soft mattress, impatiently grabbing. He smacks at your hands again. “No, you wait until I tell you.”

“Yes, Sir.” You watch his hands shake as he takes off his black leather belt, you’re damn near drooling.

“Sit there and be patient, yeah?” You just nod, earning a smack again, and you bite your lip. “Should beat you with this belt.”

“Could you? Ow!” Satoru’s yanking your hair again, as he pulls that perfect long cock out, and you see how swollen that pink tip is, all reddened and precum is slaved all over the little line there.

“So slutty, just calm the fuck down. I’m going to show you how to actually suck dick. And yeah, you’re good, but I mean take it all. Now…” He yanks you to sit on the edge of the bed now, lining his cock with your lips. “I’ll show you what I couldn’t when you were with him.”

“Show me, please… Sir.” You say, not wanting another smack, and he grins then, fangs glinting off the light of your room.

“Mouth open.” You do exactly as he says, tongue out, and he’s cupping your face almost sweetly, shoving his cock in your mouth, so deep you choke, and he’s groaning, pulling back now, letting you suck on him. “When you sucked me… ah… could only think… how I wanted you alone.”

You’re crying now, as he holds your face so tight, as he’s fucking your throat so deep, you’re breathing through your nose, looking up at him, his beautiful blue eyes so dark with lust they’re difficult to handle. But you do, you look at him, as his face is contorted in pleasure, as his thin white brows lower, and you’re drooling around the corners of your mouth.

“Thought how pretty your - ah- eyes were. Like a fucking idiot. Hate that, hate you, hate everything- s’perfect I-” He’s just fucking your mouth, your throat, and you’re taking him as well as you can, as he’s deeper and deeper, as he’s sucking out all the oxygen you have.

Satoru is so deep, pushing past your uvula now, and you struggle to take him all, he’s so long, but his moans push you past your limits. You’ll do anything to watch his pretty face like this, to feel his hands tremble, his hips pause at moments. You suck him hard, cheeks hollowing as your tongue swirls around the veins that wrap him.

You’re whining out when he’s pressing his hands around your throat, and Satoru is groaning now as he feels the bulge in your throat, his other hand wrapping your hair into a fist, snapping his hips harder and harder. You struggle so hard to take it, it’s not something you’d experienced, as he fucks every frustration in your sore throat, making you even wetter, even more sensitive.

“Fuck you’re s’good at this. Goddammit. Fuck.” He eases back a bit now, and you cough a bit, as he swipes that drool off your mouth, gripping your face with his hand, squishing your cheeks. “You haven’t even asked if I let her suck me.”

You flush at that, clearing your throat, stroking his cock that’s slippery with all your slobber, and his head tilts back, his hands clinging to your neck now. “I don’t believe him for shit. So.”

“And if I did let her? Huh?” You pause then, sucking in a breath, as your mind starts to whirl.

“I’d fucking hate that. It would make me so upset. I’m sorry.” You blink away tears, as he bends down now, on his knees for a moment, face level with yours.

“Aw, I won’t get to fuck girls with you?” You blink in embarrassment, as you struggle to focus.

“I hate the thought of you with anyone. I hate it. Even seeing you kiss Shoko upset me more than Suguru, and I didn’t know why. I didn’t-” He’s slammed his lips back on yours now, cutting off your words, and you melt against him, lapping up all the fury he was putting behind it.

“Such a selfish little bitch, huh?” He says, and you just nod, as he’s cupping your face so carefully, his eyes drinking you in. “Why?”

“I only want you to touch me.” He moans again, shoving his tongue in your throat, the kiss is so desperate and messy, and you struggle to focus on where you are, who you are, as Satoru kisses every thought from your fucking mind.

“I have only wanted you long before you were mine.” He says softly, the danger and desire mixing in his deep timbre, stroking your hair and sighing. “He’ll never touch you again. No one will.”

“Please, please… Satoru, I need you in me. Please.” You’re begging so hard you’re fucking sobbing, and finally he’s shoving you into the bed, and before you can take a breath he has your leg on his shoulder, and his cock buried to the fucking hilt. “Oh my god! F-fuck! Toru!”

“Is that what you’re begging for, needy little slut?” He whispers those words through gritted teeth, you just nod mindlessly, as your little cunt stretches to accommodate his thickness, and he’s got his hand braced on your thigh, pressing it further, sinking impossibly deeper, making you scream.

“Yes, yes, yes…. Thank you. Thank you. Need you.” You’re whimpering, stuttering, as he’s pulling back, making you hiss a bit at the pain, before he’s shoved back in, hitting even harder. “Want you. Want you.”

“Yeah baby, do you? How should I fuck this pretty pussy? Hard, fucking break it? Or easy, and break your stupid little mind.” You are already stupid, you can’t think when he’s on top of you.

“You do anything you want to me, Satoru Gojo. Please. Anything.” He groans now, slamming into you so deep you can’t take it, you’re already close, that white stubble above his cock tickling your exposed clit as he just grinds that tip against your cervix.

“You’re mine to do anything I want, huh? Ya sure about that?” You just nod, and he’s now fucking into you, hard, long strokes, but they’re slow, agonizingly slow, keeping you right on that edge.

“Anything, anything.” You say, breathless between strokes, you can’t keep your goddamn mouth shut, not when Satoru Gojo’s cock is deep in your cunt.

“What if I want you pregnant? What if I want you to- ah- never leave me?” He demands, and you don’t even care, you’ll get pregnant, you’ll do anything, as his length is stroking in and out. You’re so soaked you can hear every slutty stroke of your pussy squish in the room as he’s wrecking your insides.

“Do it. Fucking do it.” You mumble, eyes rolling back as he presses in, and you cling to his bare shoulders, letting out pathetic whimpers. “Cumming, cumming-ah!”

“All over this cock, good girl.” His words make it worse, now you can’t breathe, as the climax washes over you, knocking you off this existence, now you’re somewhere in space, with Satoru moving over you.

He’s filling you so deep, and now he’s rocking against you, leaky tip grinding inside your cervix, your eyes lock onto his, as his lidded gaze drinks you in, his long, snowy white lashes fluttering. But he never doesn’t look at you, he’s enthralled, pressing that thigh even further, rolling his hips just so, hitting every spot you have, discovering more you didn’t know.

You gape, your mouth opening and shutting stupidly, as he’s biting that lower lip, and he brushes your hair back softly, then something hits, and hits hard, you can’t even describe it. When he’s so vulnerable then, when he’s so deep, and a drip of sweat falls from his chin onto your lips. You lap it up, your own hands coming to cup his face, as you roll your hips.

“Satoru… I…” You struggle, you can’t say this stupid shit. Can you?’

“You’re perfect.” He says, rolling his hips again, watching as he tears you apart, makes you into a trembling mess. “Wanna get you pregnant, want you to never work, never leave.”

His words should scare you, he should scare you. Satoru is a red flag, but you don’t seem to care, in fact it makes it more heady, it makes you wetter, the insane shit he’s saying. “Then do it.”

“Do it!?” You nod, rolling up again, and pressing you lips up for more of his brutal kisses.

“Give me it, your babies. In me. Please!” Now you’re so close again, and he’s groaning, shoving your thighs up so high you’re smushed, and your struggle to breathe, while he’s fucking into you so deep like this, so deep you can’t stop yourself from cumming around his length, spasming, making him tense.

“Never leave me. Never.” He says, maddening eyes, and you should hesitate, but you fucking can’t, you can’t with him.

“Never. Never, Satoru-ngh!” He’s fucking you so hard, so deep now, bending down to hold your face in his huge hands, as his cock shoves in so deep you scream in pain, but fuck it feels good.

“Never, never. Can’t. Won’t- let- ah- you go. No.” He’s fucking insane, you see it in his maddened state, it’s like he’s consumed, consumed by you, and you gasp at the intensity, as he’s fucking you so hard, as the smacks are loud in the room. “Mine, mine. Mine, say it.”

“Yours. Yours. Yours.” You are his, how could there have ever been anything, how when his hot, full lips are on yours, how when he has you bent in half, how when he’s railing the fuck out of you.

It’s all Satoru Gojo.

“I’m filling you up, baby, you better fucking take it all. Can you, take all of me? Can you?” He’s asking it in so many ways, and you barely register you’re sobbing when a strangled sound comes out.

“Yes, yes. All of you. Give me it.”  You plead, and your foreheads touch, as he’s stretching your eager pussy, making it so sloppy wih each thrust, as he slows, and shoves so hard it hurts, but you want it.

You want every bit.

“Make you a fucking mommy. Keep you knocked up. Got me?” He whispers, fucking insanely, but you nod, you can’t speak anymore. “Beg for it.”

“C-can’t… t-talk…” He’s groaning now, hot breaths brushing your bruised lips, reddened from all his kisses.

“Beg for it. For me. Now.” His words are jerky, broken, and you finally gasp a bit, struggling to form a word.

“Please, please…” He smacks you again, kissing the spot as soon as he does, and you almost cum.

“Not yet. Not yet. Say it… better.” He demands, jerky movements halted, as your stinging cheek keeps getting kissed.

“Please sir?” Another smack, and you whine out. “Please, what the fuck do you want me to say!? Lemme have your cum. Your babies.”

“Ask better, fucking brat.” He says through gritted teeth. “Ask me better. Perfect, beautiful goddamn bitch, bane of my fucking existense.” You should hate those words, but you’re throbbing now, so goddamn close even though he’s just staying still.

Your eyes are filled with tears as your face is reddening, overheated, overstimulated, dying for him. “Please, give me babies, Sir. Ow, what!?”

“Better, do better.” You pause then, disoriented, blinking in confusion, your brain is too stupid and fucked out to think.

“Please, please, want your babies in me, s’bad… Daddy please, fill me up with them-” Satoru is groaning now, eyes snapping shut as he’s slammed into you, making you choke on your words, on pleasure, and you’re crying, it’s just so much.

“Good girl, that’s it, that’s it. Take it, baby, take everything. You’re gonna get knocked up right here, right now, in your slutty little cunt.” And with those words, he’s cumming, and you’re coming, and it’s so fucking much cum. He’s pulsing inside you, and you feel it, feel his hot cum filling you up, coating your walls as your cunt sucks it up.

Like she wants these babies, how couldn’t she, how couldn’t you, when this man you barely know has claimed you like this? You’re shaking, your walls clenching around him, begging for more, even though you know you can’t take anymore, and now Satoru is coming down from his high, panting and looking at you, pupils just pinpoints, as he slowly shoves that cum deeper, as you’re shoving it with how hard you’re pulsing.

“Holy fuck… I… Satoru, I…” You can’t breathe, you can’t think, you’re just sobbing, and you expect him to make fun of you, but he pulls you close, caressing your hair now, gently.

“I know, I know baby.” He murmurs, as you sob against the crook of his neck, as you cling to him. “I know.”

“I don’t even know. I don’t… Satoru, I’m falling I- and you’re insane, and you scare me, and you I think stalk me, and-”

“You’re falling for me!?” He asks, leaning up with shocked eyes, and you just continue to sob, trying to grab ahold of him, to tether yourself.

“I know that’s crazy. I kn-know you’re fucking insane. Maybe you fucked my literal brains away.”

“You’re falling for me?” He’s squeezing your face so hard you wince, grabbing his wrists, he’s panting, and your thighs are aching.

“Yes. Yes I am.” You can’t fucking lie to him. You can’t lie to yourself. “Make fun of me, call me a stupid slut, call-”

He slams his lips on yours, and your teeth click as his kiss sets you into another realm again, as you realize you’re in love with a psycho, with an evil best friend. As you realize you’d get knocked up, with a man you barely know, if it made him happy. You have no time to question this as Satoru is consuming you.

“Don’t fucking lie to me. I can’t take it.” He’s crying you realize, his gorgeous eyes glittering, and falling on high cheekbones. You ease your legs down with a wince, getting up on your elbows, your messy hair strown around your breasts as you’re caressing his face.

“I don’t lie. I should have told you last night about him… Satoru I am so sorry, I was scared. I didn’t know if you’d believe me. I-”

“He won’t again. He won’t. I swear I will make sure of it. No one will ever fucking touch you, baby, you got it? No one but me.” Your heart races at his intensity. “Falling for me?”

“Yes, for you, Satoru Gojo. Fucking psycho.” You are met with another furious kiss, with his insane gaze, with his huge hands taking over your little body, squeezing every curve and line, wrecking you further, as if you had any more to go. “How many times have you watched me?”

“You don’t wanna know. Just know I’ll keep you safe.” He’s kissing you over and over, and it’s too easy to fall into, to shove your brain far away. “Just know it will only be you for me. Only you. How could he have seen anyone esle?”

“Oh, Satoru…” You’re clinging to him, as he holds you so tight. “I was so afraid, I felt so worthless.”

“He is. For all of it. Should have been me, your first. Me.” You nod, as he drinks up your sobs, as he strokes your hair. “I love when you cry, you’re so fucking beautiful, you know?”

“You’re so insane.”

“I know. I know, baby.” Soon it’s the evening, and you’re starving, Satoru is ready to go fucking kill Suguru. “Let me get him now. I’ll just cut off some fingers.”

“Wait… what about our date?” Satoru looks you up and down, smirking.

“You’re a mess, I fucked the shit out of you. You can’t go anywhere like this.”

“So I’ll get ready. And you get ready.”

He glares. “You’re trying to fucking distract me. I need to go deal with this, then we’ll have your fucking date.”

“Satoru you’re still hurt from him, please… I can’t let you get hurt. Not because of me again.” You’re clinging to him as you stand by the front door, and he sighs.

“I need to deal with him. I can’t let him touch you again.”

“So is there another way, other than assault and cutting fingers?”

“Nope.”

“Satoru!”

“What!?” You sigh, thinking for a minute, then you look up at him, smirking, so devious, and his blue eyes narrow, as he bends his tall body over you. “Wait…you have a fucking idea, don’t you brat?”

“Sure do. Shoko.”

“What about her?”

“I have her number. Why don’t we expose Suguru being an all around piece of shit to her? Really ruin him.”

Satoru’s smiling now, a wicked glint to his eyes. “You know what? I like that. You’re so fucking clever.”

“Wait, is that a compliment?”

“You look like a bimbo, you have ugly sheets, everything is gaudy and pink, your-”

“Okay, got it, still hate me.” He actually smiles, and he’s so handsome then it hurts you. How is this deviant so precious. “Do you still hate me?”

“Do you think I ever did?” He asks, countering your question.

“I mean, you said it alot. A lot.”

“Because I hate how much you make me feel, just existing.” He brushes your hair back now, studying you.

“It’s the same for me, Satoru.” You whisper, clinging to his hand. “You’re so fucking toxic.”

“So the fuck are you.” You’re both kissing again, brutal now, so brutal you re bust open his lip, and the blood is pouring, but he doesn’t care, he’s got your wrists in his hands, pressing you against the wooden wall of your living room. You’re panting, desire in your core again, though your pussy was hurting so fucking bad. “Toxic little brat.”

“Toxic fucking man.”

“Such a stupid little girl.”

“Such an idiot man.”

You don’t care there is blood on your lips, you lick it right off, and he moans at the sight, snatching you up against him, wincing as you know he’s still sore in places. “You’re too goddamn beautiful. How can we go on a date if I can’t leave your perfect little cunt?”

“We’ll go on a date tomorrow. And… we’ll put that shit into action. That means, mmm, Satoru…” He’s sucking down your neck, down your breasts. “No killing or assaulting tonight, got it?”

“Fine, but tomorrow?”

“No, you sadistic stalker. No killing.”

“We’ll try it your fucking way, but I know it’ll end bad, I know in my heart he won’t just stop.” He pulls away, serious now. “He said to me he’s hurting you because I don’t care for myself. He’s not done, do you see!?”

“You’ll keep me safe then.” You whisper, and he sighs, shoving his entire weight against the wall.

“How can I do it all the time!?”

“Choso will help me at work. I know it’s weird, but…”

“You all didn’t fuck.”

“No, we didn’t. How’d you know?”

“He wouldn’t let you go once he did. Perfect pussy. Evil.” You giggle, you fucking giggle, as this murderous stalker is hovering over you, as he’s caressing your face. “Mine, you’re fucking mine. Remember it.”

“You’re scary… scary hot. You know that?” He just stares, he’s just bending down and looking into your fucking soul.

“I’ll do anything to keep you now. Do you know that?” He asks right back, and his words hold an insane intent. You nod, shyly almost, as he exhales, eyes dropping to your lips, reddened with his own blood.

“Date tomorrow. Take me somewhere fancy, rich jerk.” You shove at him, but he’s pulling you against him so tight it sucks away the breath from your lungs.

“You better be right then, because if not, your date night is gonna be digging his fucking grave.”

Shit.

Disclaimer I don't condone stalking but it's Yandere Gojo so he gets a pass.🤭🙃

Ao3 chap:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58179796/chapters/150076474

[nullen-void]

Raditz is such a ridiculous character.

This guy is Goku's brother. He is the last blood relation Goku has aside from his own son at that point, and he's evil. He's stronger than Goku was at the time, he's smarter than Goku, he's a link to their culture that Goku never had before and never had again, because Vegeta is a prince and has a skewed concept of Saiyan culture.

And then he dies and is never mentioned again. Not ever. He dies in his first encounter, and yeah he takes Goku with him, but they didn't even meet in the afterlife. Goku spends the next twenty episodes dead and jumping across Snake Way and we don't even get a glimpse of Raditz in HFIL below.

He could have been anyone. Raditz could have been the legendary Some Guy who's just here to do his job and--oh what's that? A wild child Saiyan? Weird, but whatever, let's kill him.

It would have made no difference. It should have been Nappa showing up to wreck shit up and then Raditz is palling around with Vegeta. They could have had a epic, emotional character arc where Raditz is struggling between loyalty to his prince and his desire to protect his baby brother, but no.

Imagine, for an instant, if Supergirl was one of Zod's minions, and she appeared in exactly one comic as a herald for Zod's arrival before Lex Luthor kills her with Kryptonite after Superman manages to beat her once. And then she's never mentioned again. That's Raditz.

It's insane, really. He's the main character's brother and they don't do anything with it. Absolutely bonkers.

(I'm not a Dragonball superfan so I don't know, did Raditz even appear in any of the movies? I know there was one where Goku's dad was the main character and another that takes place partially in the past on planet Vegeta. Does Bardock even mention Raditz? His eldest son?

Totally insane.)

[king-crawler]

HEY HI HELLO

Sorry for the random message here In the asks, it's ok if you don't see this or answer it since you probably got a lot already and I understand if you don't see this!/gen

But first of all, I just wanna say

I CANT BELIEVE I HAVENT WATCHED YOUR ANALYSIS VIDEO SOONER IM SO FUCKING LATE MAN

It's so well done and so fucking funny, I was literally smiling and cackling through the whole thing, it's shocking how similar our humor is

NOT TO MENTION THE END SCENE AREE YOU KIDDING HOW DID YOU MATCH THE LYRICS SO PERFECTLY TO THE FUCKING LORE ITS INCREDIBLE 😭💜/GEN, POS

It's insane how much dedication is put into it, let alone singlehandedly feeding turbo fans as myself

Genuinely thought it's so nice seeing more content for a hyperfixation I've had since 2012, and the fandom coming back along with this video Genuinely brings me so much joy as someone who's loved this movie since I was a kid

Sorry for the ramble but genuinely thank you for making that video, I can't wait to see what other stuff you do, wreck it ralph or not I WILL be tuning in/gen, pos

Okay second of all

The main reason why I'm sending this is because of sometning I noticed while rewatching a scene in the movie

Now, this might be me over analyzing as I usually do but it feels TOO. OBVIOUS.

SO

IN the kart bakery scene where vanellope and ralph go to bake a kart, they obviously make their way into the building and into the main room

You see all the Karts of course, and It pans to the one vanellope chooses

Which, at first glance you wouldn't really pay too much attention, especially when watching it for the first time, she's just picking the model she likes

..but looking back at the scene

Vanellope's kart model, how it was supposed to look, looks very

Familiar

Because the kart she chose..

...is a red and white kart

With stripes down the middle, with a very similar shape to a..certain persons kart. Now this might just be nothing, it's probably just like I said, and over analysis on my part

But the kart the chose looks WAY too similar to turbo's, not to mention the stripe is down the middle, just like turbo's car on the cabinet art of him

And vanellope could've chosen ANY kart

But it was that specific kart she chose, out of any of the karts

Not to mention in some of vanellope's concept art...

(Art made by Lorelay Bove)

..Vanellope's concept design and turbos designs strike SCARILY uncanny resemblances to each others designs

From the helmet and colors

All the way down to her GOGGLES having the SAME. YELLOW. TINT. that candy's have in the movie, which have the same effect here. There's no way that this didn't have the intent to mirror turbo purposefully

So with that in mind, the kart vanellope chose in the kart bakery scene being turbo foreshadowing, wouldn't be too out of place, nor would it be too far off

Turbo's foreshadowing was always prominent, even in the smallest details you wouldn't focus on, just like he's infecting this world as a virus, little by little, everywhere. You. Turn.

Aaaand that's basically all I have to really say

Sorry for the long ramble, I've been thinking of submitting this for awhile now, especially after I told a friend about this and they mentioned that this should be submitted to you

So I decided to go ahead and just do it, no matter how wild my comparisons might sound-

Anyways, I hope you have a good day, night, or what time it may be, and keep being awesome! I can't wait to hear back if you see this! Bye-bye! ❤️🏎🏆

P.s

I've been quoting these since I watched the video and haven't stopped

Thanks for destroying my humor even more-/pos

Okay bye bye now-

-skitters away-

NO YOU'RE SO FUCKING RIGHT OH MY GOD VANELLOPE WAS ALWAYS A TURBO PARALLEL??? CHAT IS THIS TRUE. IVE NEVER SEEN THAT CONCEPT ART OF HER TEEHEE THANKS FOR SHARING

also God. This is 99% just a coincidence with zero merit because its such a common gesture- but Ralph and Vanellope doing their thumbs up.. maybe Turbo parallels ?? and like the EXACT same poses too:

Vanellope having one hand on the steering wheel and the other doing a thumbs up while facing the camera.

Ralph hunched over doing the double thumbs up with the visor tinting his face yellow. EXCUSE ME HMMM?? WHAT THE FUCK??

NOW COULD I BE CHERRY PICKING? PERHAPS. but when Turbo has barely a minute of screentime, there's not a lot i can pick from, and things SURE ARE LINING UP... (I'm cherry picking)

SO SHHHHHH... ❤️❤️❤️❤️ LET ME HAVE MY LITTLE CONSPIRASCY

[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box Series— Cruel Weather (Part Two)

requests: “I was wondering if you’d maybe do something about sissy getting seriously hurt (like a landing in the hospital kind of bad?) I honestly just really want to see all the boys protective and worried about her” and “Hi!!! Im absolutely in love with the penalty box series, and i was wondering if we could get a small blurb with sissy getting injured? ik you did a thing depicting how the boys would react, and im intrigued to see how that would play out:)”

requests based off this ask: how the boys would react to sissy getting hurt

warnings: major car accident, crying, surgery, broken bones, coma, mentions of throwing up, panic attacks, mentions of dying, arguing, mentions of getting drunk

word count: 3.6k

General Series Masterlist

part one — part two — part three — part four

—————

Trevor woke up a little after seven the next morning by Jamie shaking him awake and handing him an iced coffee.

“I bet your back feels great,” Jamie laughed at his best friend’s weird sleeping position.

Trevor stretched and they both winced at the amount of pops there were.

“Depending on how long she’s in here, I might get used to it,” Trevor said. “Thanks.”

Jamie nodded in response and yanked the chair from underneath Trevor’s legs to sit in.

“Mama Hughes is forcing everyone to eat breakfast. We got yelled at for the lack of food, by the way,” Jamie said, getting a small chuckle from Trevor.

“Of course we did.”

“So they all went out and I was permitted to bring you coffee and check on you, and they’ll bring us something back,” Jamie told him.

Trevor nodded in response, “Has anyone heard from Quinn?”

Jamie took a hold of Y/N’s hand at the mention of her best friend’s name, “His flight didn’t take off until close to six, so he should get here around nine, nine thirty. How’s she doing?”

“Same as last night,” Trevor sighed. “If a doctor came in, I slept through it.”

“I’m surprised you slept,” Jamie commented.

“I didn’t wanna disappoint her,” Trevor said low. Jamie understood what he meant. If Y/N heard that he was a wreck and didn’t take care of himself at all, she’d lecture him and feel tremendously guilty.

“How was everyone at the house?”

“It was quiet,” Jamie said. “Scarily quiet. I think everyone was worried they wouldn’t hear a phone ring if they spoke too loud. Jack talked to Quinn, but that was about it. Jim and Ellen slept in my room, and the rest of us all slept in the living room and semi watched the Hunger Games.”

“Alex’s idea?”

“Jack’s,” Jamie answered. “I think it was for Luke.”

“He’s been keeping all of us sane,” Trevor said.

“He’s channeling Sissy,” Jamie smiled.

“She’d kill you if she knew you called her that,” Trevor said in a fake warning tone.

“Good; maybe she’ll wake up,” Jamie joked, and luckily, got a real laugh out of Trevor.

“I needed that.”

“We both did.”

Both boys sat in a comfortable, well… as comfortable as they could be given the situation, silence as they watched the steady up and down movement of Y/N’s chest. Sure, she needed a machine’s assistance, but she was breathing.

The silence was only broken by everyone else filing into the room with food for the two boys. Cole and Alex had stolen some chairs they found in the hall for people to sit in, and made sure to grab an extra for when Quinn arrived.

A nurse came in and checked on all of her vital signs and medication outputs before telling the group that everything looks okay.

“Do you know when she’ll wake up?” Cole asked.

“It’s not an exact science, but she should be waking up within the next couple of days,” the nurse answered politely. They thanked her and returned to their silence when she left.

“Okay, somebody say something. I’m going to go insane,” Luke piped up.

“Remember our senior year?” Alex asked, a hint of mischief laced in his voice.

“Oh god,” Cole groaned into his hands.

“We were all a mess,” Trevor laughed.

“Sissy especially!” Jack called out.

“She was the biggest menace out of all of us,” Alex said.

“She’s still a menace,” Jamie pointed out.

“She was worse,” Trevor told him.

“Much worse,” Luke agreed.

“That was an interesting year to say the least,” Ellen said as she smiled at the boys reminiscing.

“Do I even wanna know?” Jamie asked.

“Give him a glimpse, Z,” Jack said.

“You know how at parties she’s a runner and we tend to tie her to one of us?”

“Yeah?”

“That started after I tripped and sprained my ankle while chasing her around a lake. The only reason I caught her and we made it back is because she puked in said lake and decided to get in it to, and I quote, ‘give herself a bath.’”

Jamie started laughing, genuinely laughing, and it was so contagious that the rest of the group did, too.

It was needed. They knew she was going to wake up soon, and they thought they all deserved a little laughter. It died out quickly, and the reminder of why they were all in a room together was too strong.

“We were supposed to facetime tonight,” Cole said suddenly.

“At eight,” Alex added.

“What movie was she gonna make you watch?” Jamie asked.

“She said it was a surprise,” Cole whispered. He was scared that if he talked any louder, his voice would crack. Him and Alex hadn’t seen her with the breathing tube, yet.

“She keeps a list on her phone of movies she wants to watch with you,” Trevor told him. “I have her phone, if you want to know what tonight’s plan was.”

Cole shook his head, “I’ll let her keep her surprise.”

The group swapped stories, which felt a little weird, but it was something to pass the time. Even in a coma, just stories about her brought smiles to everyone’s faces.

“I don’t even know where she ended up after the party before our draft day,” Jack laughed.

“Sissy and Z ended up sleeping on my floor,” a new voice said in the doorway. Quinn.

Trevor stood up immediately and the two boys, arguably the two most important people to Sissy, stared at each other. Quinn nodded, and somehow Trevor knew what he meant. He met him the middle and the two of them hugged each other the tightest they ever had before. If anyone were to understand just how hard this accident was hitting them, it was the other.

Jamie stood up as well and offered the chair closest to Y/N to him. He sat down and took his best friend’s hand in both of us, just as every other person who has sat in the chair before him.

“Do you want a moment alone?” Trevor asked.

“Yeah,” Quinn croaked. He was already a mess, but seeing her made it all come crashing down. He was no longer focusing on getting to Y/N. He was here. And it was so much worse than he imagined.

Everyone quietly shuffled out of the room and into the hall. Quinn gripped onto Y/N’s uninjured hand for dear life and allowed himself to cry. Only it wasn’t just crying that he was doing. He was full on sobbing with his head down on the thin mattress.

“I just saw you. Last week we were doing our yearly group workout before training camp and now you’re comatose because of how your depression medication mixed with the anesthesia. When Trevor called me to tell me-“

Quinn got too choked up to continue, but he needed to get it out. He didn’t even know if she could hear him; he just needed to say it.

“To tell me you slipped into a coma, I thought he was calling to tell me you died. I thought I was going to have to hear over the phone that you had died and I lost the most important person to me forever. I couldn’t sleep. I know you’ll scold me for that, but I couldn’t. I tried. I just kept waking up from nightmares about life without you.

“You’ve been in my life since I was seven years old. You’ve practically been my sister since day one. I’ve protected you from so much, and I couldn’t stop this from happening. You’ve been through so much, and now you have to go through this, and I won’t be here. Trevor and Jamie are great for you, and they’ll take good care of you, but it won’t be me. It physically can’t be and the thought of that makes me sick.”

Quinn jumped at what happened next. He wasn’t completely sure he didn’t imagine it, that’s how surprised he was.

“Sissy?” he whispered.

This time, Quinn was sure it happened. Y/N’s unconscious form lightly squeezed his hand. Quinn tried to not get his hopes up too high. He knows that movement doesn’t always mean the person will wake up soon, due to the fact that he heavily researched comas the second he was told, but it has to mean something.

“Trevor!” Quinn called out, making sure his voice didn’t portray that it was an emergency.

His tone wasn’t much help, because with the situation at hand, Trevor immediately assumed something was wrong. He ran into the room with his eyes wide and heart racing harder than ever.

“What’s wrong?! What happened?! I don’t hear anything and she looks fine. Well not fine-“

“She squeezed my hand!” Quinn cut him off.

Trevor’s eyes widened at the news. Everyone else overheard the announcement from the hall and came flooding in, as well. Jim told everyone he was getting a nurse to check if it meant something, or if it was a subconscious movement. After all, even years long coma patients can slightly move to external stimuli.

After a few quick trials, it was concluded that she wasn’t squeezing hands as a response, because she would do it at random times, and a few minutes later stopped doing it all together.

It was a false hope.

“I’m sorry,” Quinn said. He was absolutely defeated.

“Don’t be sorry, Quinny,” Jack sighed. “She was squeezing your hand. She squeezed Trevor’s, and she squeezed Dr. Walsh’s hand. She’s in there. She’s just not awake yet.”

“When did you get so wise?” Quinn teased him.

“Z and I were talking about that this morning,” Jamie said.

“About me being wise?”

“Jimmy here said you were channeling Sissy,” Trevor smiled. “I told him she’d kill him if she knew he called her Sissy.”

“I am seeing a bit of Sissy in you lately,” Jim pointed out to his son.

Jack smiled to himself. It was the biggest compliment he could ever receive, in his opinion.

“It’s a twin thing,” Jack joked.

“Definitely a twin thing,” Luke played along.

— — —

It was getting harder than it was yesterday to sit in a room and listen to the heart monitor beep. The more they looked at her, the more frail and broken she looked. It was taking a toll on everyone and it was only day two.

Jim and Ellen went to get everyone lunch, and Jack decided that everyone needs to shower so they’ll take turns going back to Trevor, Jamie, and Sissy’s house. Jack thought Trevor would put up the biggest fight, but it was actually Quinn.

“I just got here!” Quinn argued.

“And you’re all worked up,” Jack tried to reason with his big brother. “You need to-“

“I need to be with her,” Quinn cut him off firmly. “You all saw her last night. You all got to race here the second you got the call while I was stuck in my house going out of fucking mind and you have the nerve to tell me that I need to leave her after only a few hours to take my third shower in the last twenty four hours?!”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I just thought-“

“Stop trying to be Sissy!” Quinn yelled.

The energy in the room went still. Everyone was frozen in place. Jack’s eyes might have been wide, but they were full of hurt.

“You’re not Sissy. No one will ever come close to her. She’s lying in a hospital bed, you’re perfectly fine and bossing people around! Well guess what, Jack? I’m not fine! Taking a shower isn’t going to take away from the fact that the person I would take a bullet for is suffering and will be for a long time!”

“You think I’m fine?!” Jack fired back. “I haven’t been fine since Jamie called! I had to tell everyone! I had to call Alex, and Cole, and Luke, mom and dad, and you! I had to make sure Trevor didn’t go catatonic for the entire time Sissy is in the hospital! I had to make sure Luke didn’t fall apart at the seams when he passed by her and Trevor’s room! I’ve been taking care of everybody with no one to help me! I didn’t sleep last night because every time I closed my eyes, I saw her dying in my arms and you think I’m perfectly fine?!”

Jack’s knees started to give out, and if it wasn’t for Cole and Alex catching him and easing him into a chair, he would’ve collapsed on the floor.

“I know she’s your best friend, but she was mine first. I was the one there for her when you left. She kept telling you that she was fine. What she didn’t tell you was that she cried herself to sleep in my bed every night for weeks,” Jack said through tears. “She’s been in my life longer than anyone else’s here. So no, Quinn, I’m not fine. But she won’t be fine if she finds out that everyone important to her fell apart over her, so I’m doing what I can for her.”

“Let’s give the brothers a moment alone with her,” Jamie said. “We can all go to the house to… do things.”

Everyone remained silent as they left, leaving only the three Hughes boys alone. Quinn sighed and took a seat next to Jack.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Me, too,” Jack whispered.

“Did she really cry in your room for weeks?” Luke asked as he got up to sit in the third chair next to Jack. All Jack did was nod.

“She didn’t tell me,” Quinn said glumly. He felt like the worst brother in the world.

“She didn’t want to make you feel guilty,” Jack shrugged. “I’m just glad she moved with us when I went. I don’t even want to think about what could’ve happened to her.”

“She would’ve popped back up into our lives eventually,” Luke said.

“Yeah, but in what state?” Quinn asked.

“Hopefully better than this one,” Luke answered.

— — —

Tensions had died down once everyone came back and the brothers were handed food and politely demanded to eat by Ellen. Lunch was really dinner, because it was just after five.

Y/N remained the same. The nurses checked vitals, administered pain medication, and whatever else they did while they kicked everyone out the room to give them space to work. Everything they did, she still stayed unconscious, and left the group with the constant reassurance that the delayed emergence therapy was working and she should be waking up “within the next few days.”

After Jack and Quinn’s argument, Quinn made sure to make sure Jack wasn’t falling apart while trying to help everybody. He was prepared to fly to Jersey to be with him, so he felt that he should keep his word and be there for him now. If Jack noticed, he drew no attention to it.

The nursing staff kicked everyone out at eight when normal visitor hours ended as opposed to their late night stay the night before. No one wanted to go, but she was stable, so no one fought too hard. Everyone left to the parking lot, leaving only Trevor and Quinn in the room.

“You can stay-“ they both started speaking at the same time.

“She’s your best-“

“She’s your girlfriend,” Quinn cut Trevor off. “You’re her world. Trust me on that. Just call me first if anything happens, alright?”

“Alright,” Trevor smiled.

There wasn’t much for Trevor to do besides worry until he passed out at some ungodly hour, so he put on The Hunger Games to feel like Y/N was watching it with him. The doctors said that the closer she got to waking up, the more she could potentially be aware of external stimuli, and Trevor was too optimistic to not believe it. So, he put on her favorite movie series and hoped for the best.

Everything was fine the entire duration of the first movie. There was nothing but the sounds of the movie and Y/N’s steady heartbeat monitored on the machine.

Everything was fine.

Until it wasn’t.

Well passed one in the morning, the once steady beep was blaring at what felt like a mile a minute. Nurses and doctors came flooding in and immediately began shouting words that Trevor didn’t understand. What he did understand was that he was being ordered out, but that didn’t mean he was going to listen. Instead, he remained in the doorway, helplessly watching while the hospital staff tried to get Y/N back to her original state.

The excessive beeping stopped, and Trevor desperately wanted it to return because the sound that took its place made Trevor sick.

Y/N flatlined.

“No!” Trevor wailed and dropped to his knees.

A nurse immediately went towards him and started to push him out of the room in an attempt to calm him down as the doctor in the room pulled out the defibrillators.

“Sir, you’re having a panic attack,” the nurse told him calmly. “I need you to breathe.”

“My girlfriend just died!”

The nurse was right. Trevor was hyperventilating so much that he could no longer deny what was happening to him. His head felt heavy, his ears were ringing, and his chest felt like it was burning.

“I have to call Quinn!” he shouted out. He probably interrupted the nurse, but he was so out of it, he couldn’t tell. “I have to call Quinn, I have to! You have to let me call Quinn!”

“Okay, Trevor, is it?” She continued when he nodded. “We’ll call Quinn, but we need to focus on you right now before you get hurt.”

Trevor continued to fight with her and caused quite the scene in the hallway. The next thing he knew, he was being held down and given a shot. Then it went black.

— — —

Quinn threw up when he hung up the phone.

Sissy flatlined. She died. They barely got her stable in time. His world almost ended.

Alex was the one that found him and got him calmed down enough to talk to him, the only thing was that he didn’t. Quinn could already be a quiet guy, but he had gone silent. Alex couldn’t even get his attention.

“Quinn!” Alex shouted. He grabbed his face in hands and looked directly into his eyes. “Now is not the time to shut down! What happened?! What happened, Quinn?!”

All the commotion brought the attention of the others, but Jack and Luke were the only ones that stepped into the bathroom.

“Q?” Jack asked calmly. “Quinn, what’s wrong? What happened? Is Sissy okay?”

Quinn shook his head.

“Quinn, how much worse can she get from being in a coma?”

Nothing. Jack put his hands on his brother’s shoulders, “HOW MUCH WORSE CAN SHE GET FROM BEING IN A COMA?!”

Ellen pushed everyone out of the way, including her middle child, and stood close to Quinn.

“Give him room!” Ellen shouted, shooing Alex and Jack out of the small bathroom. “Let’s give him some time to breathe before we hound him!”

It took twenty three minutes for Quinn to get to a state of mind where he could actually speak coherent sentences he was in so much shock. Everyone had gone downstairs, Quinn included, and waited. Jack got him water and sat next to him while Ellen comforted him on his other side.

“Quinny, just answer me this— is Sissy okay?” Luke asked. “Just move your head. You don’t have to speak.”

Luke was shaking. Quinn took notice and his big brother mode kicked in.

“She’s stable,” he said.

Everyone let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding. The fear of the worst had captivated every single one of them. What else would send Quinn into silence?

“Then… what- what uh… what happened?” Jamie asked awkwardly, terrified for his answer.

“She died,” Quinn said in monotone. He was still in shock.

“No! No, no, no! Quinn, you just said she’s stable!” Jack shouted at him.

“She is. They barely got to her in time,” Quinn said, a little more lively this time. “She died. But she’s stable now.”

Quinn caught his little brother’s eyes— they were clouded by fear. No, fear wasn’t the right word for it. He looked terrified.

Quinn was so focused on Jack that he failed to notice Jamie. In fact, everyone was so focused on Quinn that they failed to notice Jamie. Jamie, who felt like the weight of the sun just landed on his chest. Jamie, who didn’t hear anything past “she died.” Jamie, who was against the wall with his knees pressed to his chest and couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. He hadn’t known Y/N for as long as the others, not even close, but he loves her. He loves her just as much as anybody else. She’s one of his best friends, and he doesn’t want to live in a world without her. He lives with her! In the very house they’re in right now. Where he just got the news. And suddenly, he’d rather be anywhere else. Jamie made a break for the door, but Jack caught him and turned him to face him.

“Jimmy! Hey, look at me,” Jack said urgently. His hands were on Jamie’s shoulders to keep him in place. “She’s alive. Sissy is alive. Y/N is alive.”

Jamie leaned backwards and slammed his head against the wall. He closed his eyes and wiped his hands down his face.

“Thank fuck,” he said through tears.

Jack put a comforting hand on his shoulder and pulled him in for a hug, “Yeah. Thank fuck.”

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Happy Wednesday my lovely readers :) We’ve reached the episode that rocked me to my very core. Honestly haven’t been this attached to a ship in a very very long time. Years passed without this level of attachment. Bringing out sides of me I didn't think existed. Like doing reviews. But our ship is something special even when they rip our hearts out. I blame Eric and Melissa LOL They are INCREDIBLE in this episode. The both of them. Brought their A game and then some.

This ep legit affected my mood for 3 weeks no joke and utterly destroyed me. I needed extra days to decompress before did my mini. The fandom was so lovely about that too. Love this fandom so much. I still don't know how I got that out tbh lol Also God Bless my bestie D for going through that with me. I got to watch it early that day which normally didn’t get to. Was usually after work. I remember D wanted to stop me but didn’t cause she couldn’t tell me why..

I had to go to a company meeting after and pretend I wasn’t devastated. Be a positive fun leader when inside I was dying. I did a good job my team had no idea lol But damn that was tough. Never been happier for a 3 week break than after this one. We all needed it. Let us begin. And thank you all again for going through this heartbreak with me. Gif count was rough for me so I fit in everything I could and made a ton.

6x06 Secrets and Lies

We start out with Lucy looking as stressed and anxious as we’ve ever seen her. Laying in bed but most definitely is not resting. The brutal toll this situation has taken becoming visible. When Tamara asks how stressed she is from 1-10? Lucy answering 19….Ooof....Could not be more relatable if she tried. When I get this laser focused I too am a nineteen. Her person has been radio silent for days. Her last contact with him was a massive knock out drag out fight.

This is the most time they’ve spent apart since they got together. Like I stated last review other than 6x01 they've scarcely been away from one another. Her UC mission in 5x21 yes but doesn’t really count. They talked every single day. So it’s truly the longest they’ve been apart. No wonder she is at a 19. Poor Lucy. Kills me. Such a wreck without him. Tamara asks if Tim is still ghosting her? Lucy tries to defend their situation. Not well but she sure tries lol

Lucy is barely keeping it together and it shows. I love that we get a shot of her pin-up board from that BTS video. The cupcake poster hehe Hopefully that makes a triumphant return in s7. Tamara doesn’t want to add to her stress... But let's her know she wants to move out. With friends from school. Worst timing ever. It makes sense but the timing is horrendous. Lucy takes so many hits this season. It’s almost worse the second time around somehow.

This time Lucy goes to an actual adult about Tim. Not useless Nolan who was painfully inept for her. Couldn’t fit it in but we see her touch her tattoo when she approaches Angela. *heart clutch* I love Melissa for doing it every time though. So subtle yet impactful. Nice little mini gut punch to start the scene. This was the right call though. If anyone knows Tim like her it’s Angela. Lucy asking if she should alert Grey? Honestly she should've but here we are. That would've been a whole other set of problems though...

Lucy feels like she’s going insane so Angela validating her helps. (at first) You know she finds this behavior of his incredibly alarming. We can see the immediate worry painted across her face. That’s her brother. She loves that man like he’s one. What sucks is that, even though Angela is empathetic, she doesn’t fulfill the needs that Lucy is going for. Which is reassurance and 'Hey let’s do this together.' A united front. Hoping since he is acting off Angela's reply would be 'Let's find out why as a team.' She is protecting her but Lucy is in a heightened emotional state and doesn't see that. Only see's being shut out further from Tim.

Angela plays her cards very close to her chest. Like a good detective would. Sadly Lucy wanted more solace than just ‘Trust him.’ That’s all she’s been doing for days. Poor woman is going out of her damn mind with worry. Even tells Angela as such. The reply she gets back not what she wanted… She wanted her detective gut and friendship. Unfortunately she just gets the former. That short lived validation she got earlier dying off quickly. Lucy is so damn upset when she takes off from the convo. Knowing if she sticks around she’s going to cry on shift. My damn heart. Melissa be killing me. Holy hell.

Angela scaring the crap out of Tim is hilarious. Serves him right tbh. This episode had me so upset and twisted, I couldn’t even enjoy scruffy Tim in a leather jacket. You know something is wrong when I can’t gawk over this man. Angela has zero trouble finding him. Because well it’s her. This is why Lucy enlisted her. She needed the best to help her. Such best friend behavior from the minute she enters his car.

Drinking his soda, calling him out, and asking WTF is going on? I adore her brazen bravery. This is why we love Angela Lopez. Willing to get herself fired for him. That she can take the hit not Lucy. I mean she’s not wrong….Angela could easily live off Wes. She would hate it but she could. It's a more viable option. Says it can be ‘Wine o’clock for her.’ LOL I always enjoy them. More of them in s7 please writers.

Tim doesn’t argue with her reasoning. Starts to explain the whole Ray debacle. Why he can’t just let him go. What he has on him. That he needs to catch him in a new crime. So he has reason to actually arrest him. Once Tim fully explains Angela just replies. ‘I’m in.’ Tim is shocked because of course he is ha Even though she is his best friend he can't believe has his back like this. Oh my broken boy. He double checks and asks if she’s sure? Her reply being the absolute best. ‘Yeah. I got your back boo.’ Hehe Lucky she’s your best friend my love.

We rejoin our bestie duo at the docks. Scoping out Ray on whatever back door deals he’s doing. She is studying Tim hard in this scene. It’s the best. Angela tries to impart some logic to Tim. Saying he’s followed Ray for two days and nothing. Asking how long he’s going to do this? Tim replying the most Tim Bradford reply. ‘As long as it takes.’ Angela is on her game today and doesn’t let him get away with it. Saying he’s just going to walk away from his job? From his relationship with Lucy? All to arrest a guy he hasn’t thought about in over a decade?

Something isn’t adding up for her and she is letting him know it. Angela gives her patented look. Knowing it’s something more. There’s a reason she’s such a good detective. Woman knows how to get to the root of things. Tim has only given her surface info at this point. Definitely not enough to justify this crusade he’s currently on. Let’s him know Lucy would understand why he lied on the report. She would even commend him for it really. We know she would. She love his soft heart so much. Tim agrees and says she would still get in trouble for knowing and not reporting him to IA.

A risk she would gladly take if you’d let her Timothy… It’s here Angela digs a little deeper. He gets a second stare. Tim finding it aggravating and telling her as such. Angela let's her next truth bomb drop. Saying he’s doing it to protect himself as much as her. That there’s something he’s not admitting. Mic drop. Nailed it and Tim knows it but won’t entertain it further. Has him dead to rights and he knows it. We then get the glorious BFF line. Like it or not she is. lmao Has your number just like your girl.

We return to Angela’s for Tim to break our hearts some more. Theme of this episode. One punch after another. Literally no time to breathe unless you check out during the other SL's. Which I did tbh.... They’re alone so she probes Tim further. Knowing that it has to be so much more than a report. He wouldn't let Ray get under his skin like this if it was that shallow. That he's bearing the weight of something on his soul. Tim gives in and begrudgingly explains what happened. That he had been squad leader most of his tour. That he was looking to move up to Sergeant First Class. Only caveat was he couldn’t have any rampant criminality in his unit.

Ray was in the way of this. Tim decided to keep it within the squad if they caught him themselves. He did an unsanctioned mission… Oh Timothy….He explains how Ray called in an air strike on them. Did this the minute he knew he was trapped. Schmuck would rather take them with him. Such a cowards move. The way Tim describes the air strike. Ugh my heart. His eyes filling up as he depicts how the world imploded around them. Eric is a master of emotion here. So expressive. Looks like he is right back there, with the most haunted look on his face. He thought he was going to die. Being so vulnerable I wanna hug him.

He and Mark were lucky though. The Humvee took the hit for them. But Henderson and Coyle were ripped apart….Ugh and now we see what he’s been bearing. That he led his men to their deaths. Their loyalty and faith in him had cost them their lives. All because Tim was in pursuit of a promotion. For personal glory. Explains why he wouldn't praise himself or take awards pre-Lucy. Or advance his career before her either. He didn’t feel he deserved anything good. Because the last time that was important to him, he got two of his men killed. Imma go cry now.... My poor broken boy. The PTSD is so real.

Eric continues to rip my heart out. Telling Angela there was so much blood. I can't imagine seeing that. They for sure thought Ray was KIA. No way he survived. It’s the way he catches his breath, tears in his eyes in this next part. I'm so upset for him. The way he points at himself when he says leadership. The failure and shame he feels for what he did. When we found out it would be his military background I was excited. I knew it would be dark though. Whatever this was. But my god. I wasn’t expecting it to be this. But makes perfect sense why he’s kept it from Lucy. He can’t bring himself to forgive what he did. How could he expect Lucy to? To still look at him like he’s the same man she fell in love with?

The deep rooted shame is evident in this scene. This is quite the weight to keep on your soul. One I’m sure he’s never told anyone. Not even Isabel about I bet. My guess is he buried it once he was state side. Like most do with trauma. Hoping it would never resurface. Sadly not how trauma goes... The way he tells the story it’s for the first time. You can tell. He’s right back there re-living it all. This scene gives us so much insight to Tim as a person. Why he is the way he is as a cop. As a person. It explains why he lost his damn mind in 2x01 over Lucy falsifying the report. Probably brought him right back there.

This is a very revealing scene. It makes sense why he shoulders things alone. It’s punishment for what he did. Doesn’t think anyone could love him enough to shoulder it with him. That breaks my damn heart. This ep makes me so emotional. *sad sigh* Nothing scarier than the person you love seeing you at your worst. With his background of abuse, it makes sense why he’s hidden this from Lucy. He doesn’t feel worthy of the comfort she would bring him. Only shame that he made a mistake. Tim is very self loathing and this is why. Coupled with his childhood it makes so much sense why he is the way he is…This one is emotionally heavy af. All his unchecked trauma barreling through like a bullet train in this ep.

Lucy arrives home and Tamara is there to take care of her. Saying she ordered pizza. I love this. She needed this. Lucy leaves the room to drop off her stuff. We hear a knock at the door and it’s Ray.... Earlier he scanned Tim’s vehicle and got Lucy’s address. Which made me sick to my stomach. I knew him grabbing it was going to end this way. Best way to get to Tim is through his heart. When Tamara opened the door and it was him..The hairs at the back of my neck stood up. Tamara calls out for Lucy. She emerges and goes into protect mode right away. Eyes on Tamara first but also hating her gun is locked up.

Heart was in my damn throat the entire time. Lucy handles herself like the bad ass we’ve all come to know and love. Commend her for keeping herself composed when she was terrified. I also adore her not putting up with any of his scare tactic BS. Her line about the only call she’s gonna make is for the ambulance. Like hot damn Lucy. Way to protect Tamara and yourself. It's true she could take his scrawny ass easily. I long to be the confident BAMF she is.

Doesn't hurt she’s still got the rage burning from being in the dark. So not only is her life being threatened now Tamara's is. This is Lucy's FINAL straw. It’s now bled over in the worst way. Not only that but she still has no idea what’s going on. We can see that mama bear come out loud and proud. It’s one thing for her to be involved it’s a whole other thing with Tamara dragged in. This is what pushes her to reach out To Tim. To cut his crap. Whatever this is has now endangered an innocent life. One she loves fiercely and will die to protect.

Lucy RAGE calls Tim and unleashes hell. As she should… Demanding to know where his ass is. Tim knowing he can’t hold her back any longer. So he lets her know. I mean Lucy is million percent done with this crap now. With his behavior, him cutting her out, all of it. So very very done. Rightfully so. I do love him answering ‘Hey, what’s wrong?’ Knowing she wouldn’t be calling unless something was. He for sure would’ve dropped it all to go to her.

But she was way too pissed to see that fact. She shows up like a bat out of hell. Biting his head off immediately saying 'Does she look ok?' No….she does not. Forever love Angela escorting Tamara out of the room. Mom and dad about to have it out so let's go. The concern all over his face kills me though. This was the last thing he wanted to happen. The very thing he was striving for by shutting her out backfired horribly. Not only did he endanger her but Tamara too.

It was Lucy’s final straw and she is showing it. These were the types of fights that are needed though. As much as this hurts she is fighting him to save them. Because he is worth the bother and effort. Just like he stated in 5x08. Asking why her and Chris never fight?They’re fighting against each other to protect one another it kills me. Also you know your ship has chemistry when even their fights are lightning in a bottle goodness. Just as amazing as their happy stuff. I can't speak enough to their fantastic on-screen chemistry. Even though this fight is fiery and hurts to watch it's hurts so good to watch them hash it out.

Tim explains who Ray is and Lucy don’t give a single fuck. It’s not who he is that has her raging. It’s him cutting her out that is. I love the movements Melissa does in this scene. I know she had an interview about her being mad. Thinking she was awkward. It wasn't at all. Was so real. I think she nailed it. Her body language is on point. How she stamps her foot. Shouting how who Ray is doesn’t explain why he iced her out. At all. She is VIBRATING with anger. Yelling at Tim to stop protecting her. Which he won't. That is like asking him to stop breathing tbh. He would rather die than not protect her. Ugh his reply of ‘ I can’t. I won’t.’ They’re at odds with the deepest part of their souls. Of who they are.

Tim will never stop protecting her. Just as she will never stop trying to help him. Been in her DNA from the jump. For him to not let her is just as painful as Tim not protecting her. *sigh* This is where their intense need to protect each other backfires so badly. Sounds romantic and sometimes it is. But in these type of moments, it shows the cracks in their already fractured communication. It real though. Communicating is HARD. Especially when you both come from abusive homes where that wasn't taught. If you aren't taught healthy communication you're just not going to do it. Simple as that. It's like a muscle that never gets used. Then when it does it feels so unnatural and painful.

These two are going to be the death of me. Hell they already have been. They have so much to work on in s7. It’s insane. I'm excited for it though. Lucy then brings up how Lopez was read in but not her. She is HIS PERSON. If anyone should be read in it’s her. Consequences be damned. Yeah Angela does have less to lose but that is NOT the point. Tim is clearly not getting that fact. I adore Lucy grabbing his hands during the end of the scene. Mirroring back she 'Can’t and won’t' not help him. Telling him she is over being to good girlfriend. He’s going to let her in NOW. Oooh lord. You Tell 'em Luce.

Their OP to foil Ray goes off without a hitch. Tim tells him it’s over. That there isn’t an air stroke to save him this time. Ray tells Tim ‘I am the air strike. I’m about to blow up your whole life.’ *grumble* It’s so true on many many levels. Watching Tim be so stoic in his IA investigation kills me. Wish could've fit this in. Eric be out here again making me emotional af two eps in a row. You can see the tears in his eyes but the rest of him is controlled. That military background of his coming in clutch.

it pains me to watch him lie and have it destroy him. I remember I saw people saying how could he lie? That’s not like him. Um no. This is very like Tim. Not to lie but to protect those he loves. If lying protects Lucy and Lopez that’s what he’s going to do. He has a history of being a little gray for those he loves. Isabel is a good example of that. All that went down with Detective Murphy was similar to this. ‘Some things matter more.’ Once again rings true with him. Tim is believed over Ray. Because even if Tim doesn’t want to believe this he is the better man.

Better reputation and Percy closes the investigation. Have missed him. But whoever he’s around it’s not good. Love the actor though. What happens after is rough to say the least. Never seen Grey as disappointed in Tim as he is here. Reprimanding him and having to report him to Pine SUCKS. R.I.P. Metro Tim. I loved you so…It’s killing Tim to have Grey look at him this way. Deeply respects him and to be scolded by him cuts him. Just dismisses Tim without further comment or fight….

God almighty the song playing in the background. I don’t even remember it. I only watched this scene once. I think I blacked out a lot in this moment. The immense shock rocked my system. Suffice to say it’s beautiful. The piano, the haunting oohs and lyrics are the perfect backdrop to this devastating scene. I felt this building anxiety watching this scene. Waiting for the hammer to drop. When she pulled him into her arms *phew* It was first breath I had taken in nearly two episodes. These eps had me on the razor's edge of sanity. I love her waiting outside for him and instantly pulling him into her arms. Just like Tim did for her in 5x22. I'm fine.....Imma cry as I write this. Horse heaven playing in my ears right now. Adding to my emotional state. These two getting me all weepy.

I’ll be honest I thought if a break up was coming, it was coming from Lucy the first time. Which is why this devastated me like it did. Having the full season in hand now. Makes total sense it’s Tim. At the time I thought would be her. But that wouldn’t be like Lucy at all. After everything he put her through. The secrets, the lies and shutting her out. She had every damn right. But she loves this man unconditionally. So unconditionally. Everything Lucy does in this scene is a reflection of that unconditional love. There to pick up his broken pieces despite all of that went down. Look at her in those gifs above.

Especially that second one. First time she took a breath too. So grateful to be here for him in this moment. I truly thought ‘Oh. Maybe we’re ok... She’s hugging him.’ Encasing him in her arms. Trying to absorb all of his hurt. Supporting him the way he sought out days previous. Gently cradling him against her. It's the tender way she nestled her fingers at the back of his head that gets me. Tapping into some ship crack for me there. *phew* Honestly thought with her being there for him they would make it out unscathed. I truly did. The chemistry from this hug is unreal btw. Tim doesn’t feel worthy in the least. The way he slumps against her. Doesn’t really hug her back like normal. Can't see Lucy is so willing to absorb his hurt and pain. To love him through this. This hug is beautifully tragic.

Lucy releases him and he looks as broken as I’ve ever seen him. 4x09 x 1000 tbh. He shirks away from her. Hands in his pocket. So disgusted and ashamed with himself. Something l've learned in Pilates is posture and the importance of it. When you stand tall and at full height. You are confident and sure of yourself. When you are slumped it presents a lack of confidence, shame, and feeling unworthy. His posture is screaming that. Like he feels he shouldn’t even be in her presence right now. He crushes me with how he says he lied about everything.

Then sarcastically almost sardonically follows it up with ‘But hey it saved my job….’ The amount of disdain in his voice is gut wrenching. The whole reason he was in this Ray mess was to further himself. To keep his career intact. He saw a promotion and went for it at all costs. What he just did lying to IA was to be that same man again. (In his mind) To put his career first over what’s right. Risked people's lives again as well. People he loves. Sickens him ten years later he’s doing the same thing all over again. Even though it's so different this time. There is still nobility in it with saving Lucy and Lopez. But this man can't see that right now. Doesn't see any good in this situation or himself.

Lucy does her best to sympathize. Telling him it was an impossible situation. If it had been her she would’ve done the same thing. Thing is if it had been for Tim yes she would’ve without question. But he can’t see the forest for the trees atm. He is drowning absolutely drowning in his self-loathing. Tim continues on with the painful self flogging. Telling her she would’ve never been in his position. Putting her on a pedestal while he makes himself very very small. That OTP line from 6x03 from him 'You could never disappoint me.' That is true. The problem is he doesn't realize he could never disappoint her either. Tragically Tim doesn't view it that way. Only sees he's not worthy.

Lucy once again tries to pick up his pieces. Telling him he thought he could handle it. He was wrong but made it right. It’s like she can sense him pulling away in this moment. Doing her best to calm his fears about himself. Trying to do what she’s always done in years past best. Build him up. Soothe him. Sadly she isn’t gaining an inch of ground with him. He is stuck in how he feels and there is no budging him. Tim is morose saying he wishes it was that easy….We can see the incredible amount hurt on his face. Telling her he just lied to two men he deeply respects. He is coming undone rapidly and Lucy can see it. I adore her putting her hands on him. Trying to right his ship.

Ground him to her in this moment. Because once again it's something she’s done so well in the past. Tim is spiraling so hard he can’t see her gesture for what it is. Tells her he just betrayed everything he thought was right about himself. *heart clutch* Lucy can’t stand him talking down about himself. Tries to interrupt but Tim won’t allow it. Lucy graciously nods and lets him get it out. Especially when he tells her how hard this is for him. She is so wonderfully understanding it makes my heart ache. Tim feels like he is a bad guy. Thought he had gotten past this and was sucked back in so easily. Truly believed he had become a better person since then. (He has) Ray was right he was gonna blow up his entire life.

He just exposed Tim for the fraud he already felt he was. Bringing his greatest sin to light. Bringing up feelings of not being deserving. Of inadequacy. His abuse background pulling into the station and not leaving. Tim is back to a place of massive self loathing. Saying he has been lying to himself for years. Thinking he’s gotten better when he hasn’t. To him he reverted back to the man he thought he left behind. Not only that he put his person. The woman he loves at risk to cover up his past. To cover up his shame. It’s hitting him like a freight train of terrible realization. Continuing on to say he can’t go back to the way it was. I was hopeful when he said ‘Right now.’ Then followed it up with maybe never….

Lucy had been nodding along. Being so wonderfully empathetic and understanding. She was with him till he said that. Then she is hit with her own terrible realization. He’s leaving her. She is losing him. In the same parking lot where he told her to take a risk. Where she expressed her concern over losing him if they did. Worried about losing the most important relationship in her life due that risk. The same spot where he told her 'Unless it is.' A giant stab to our collective shipper hearts.

It's why Lucy is in a state of utter shock. As we all were tbh. She shakily asks him if he’s breaking up with her? When he said I’m sorry. I remember having to pause. Freak out and cry. I recall chanting ‘No no no….’ To myself repeatedly. My dog was very alarmed. Because I was distraught af. I couldn't believe this was really happening. My happy place was being decimated before my eyes.

Look at the range of emotions on Tim's face before he delivers that line though. Eric you why you doing this to me? They blow this scene out the damn water. it's so visceral. and raw. He looks like he's about to have a breakdown before he delivers that line. Battling with himself about it. There's a desperate need to want to stay with her. But his self doubt and hatred wins out knowing he isn't deserving. Do I think he came out thinking he was going to do this? A little. I think the more he spoke about it and himself the decision was made. He wasn't going to be be talked off this ledge.

The way Lucy replies after this rips my heart out. This break up feels like death by a thousand paper cuts. Months later and this hurts just as much as the first time. Lucy doesn't hold back in the least. Telling Tim he doesn't get to do that. Her line about using it as an excuse is so spot on. This Ray situation has hit VERY close to home for Tim. An insanely sensitive subject for him. It's rubbed against a wound that never really healed properly. Just was buried in the back of his mind.

He doesn’t have the capacity or emotional maturity to handle it. So he ejects out as a coping mechanism. Lucy calls his ass right away for it. It’s so painful to her that he is doing this excuse. Because it feels like a crappy cheat to them. To her. It's truly a cop out and our girl deserves better than this. Especially after all they’ve been through together. All that rapport and trust they’ve built over the years. It’s an insult to who they are as a couple and the relationship they’ve developed. Sadly that all vanishes in this moment. It’s stunning Lucy and straight murdering my feels.

Her ‘That's not okay.’ is a dagger to my shipper heart. The way she continues to repeat herself cause she's in shock. Ugh.This goes down as one of the most painful breakups I've had to go through. Lucy is so upset he is going this route. Melissa had a great interview (quite a few actually.) About the lie line and using it as an excuse for Tim. She noted Lucy is upset cause how he’s acting isn’t them. That they get to have these conversations. Not only have them but recover and grow from them. It’s what she expecting from him in this moment. It's what she expected from his 5x08 Mantra going into this relationship.

She is telling him I’ve got your back. I’ve got you. What are you doing? What happened to ‘Unless it is?’ Lucy continues to vehemently disagree with him. As she should. The worst part is Tim says ‘I know.’ Like he knows what he’s doing is wrong. Knows to eject after everything isn’t ok. Yet he can’t stop himself. He is not emotionally mature enough to handle this conversation properly. Also too blinded by his own self-hatred to see the unconditional love she is showing for him in this moment. God this is painful.

Tim then comes in with the breakup line of ‘You’re an incredible person.' Lucy can’t believe this shit . She really can’t. That Tim is is doing this to her. To them. Even though Tim is being genuine with his statement. You can hear it in his voice. Doesn't do anything to soothe the wounds he's causing. Once again Melissa crushing it with the upset body language. The mannerisms are so on point. Maybe it's because I'm Italian and I use my hands when I'm upset. I do exactly what she's doing. Why I appreciate it so much. It's so real.

It's a cop out what he is doing. 'It’s not you it’s me' schtick. We see the anger building in Lucy. She can't even look at him in the second gif. For him to toss away what they have is painful enough. To do it based off a cliched excuse is destroying Lucy. Thinking what they had was worth so much more than this. Thought they worth the nasty fights. No way she knows fully what happened or she would figure out why he's really doing this. That’s what makes the rest of Lucy's replies so god damn tragic. She is trying to hold onto him for dear life. But is only being pushed away in return...

Tim continues to push forward with this breakup. Letting her know she deserves better than him. It's SO much deeper than that but it's the only way he can convey it right now. Her ‘Oh my god…’ This is her worst nightmare. Her biggest fear come to life. This is why she hesitated starting this relationship. Why she was so afraid of risking her most important relationship. It's unfolding before her eyes and she can’t stop it.

Like a bad dream she can't seem to wake up from. We all wish we could...Tim has never felt worthy of Lucy’s love, light or praise. This reaction just proves that. It's been building for a long time and this is the final result of it. It’s not logical but a trauma brain rarely is. The amount of emotional and physical abuses he endured growing up left it's mark. Has him truly convinced Lucy could never love him knowing what he did. Tim feels he does not deserve her comfort, support or love.

Punishing himself and denying what he need most because he feels unworthy. Thinks he has made a mistake so grave there is no coming back for him. No way she could love him if she knew. So he like Angela stated earlier Tim is protecting himself. Pains me to watch. Now as I've said before it's not to excuse but to explain his side of it. I understand why he's doing it even if it's fucked up.

He doesn't give Lucy much more than she deserves better. Tells her it's why he's walking away. This man feels so undeserving of the love she has to give. In his mind he thinks he’s doing her a kindness. To separate herself from such a shameful and broken man. That she could do better than him. To Tim he made the biggest sin and can’t live with himself about it. He can't envision a world where Lucy would love him through it. The tragedy is she already was in this scene.

Lucy isn’t hearing any of it. Full on panic spiral that I shared in this moment. Her ‘Don’t do this. Why are you doing this?’ Is the most soul crushing part. She can feel him slipping through her hands. Like sand rushing through her fingertips. She can’t hold onto a grain of him. Can only stand there as he gives up on them. His face in the third gif...Knife to my soul. *screams into a pillow* It's killing him to walk away from her. Eric and his expressive eyes has me bawling. The quiver in his bottom lip as well. Gah it hurts to watch them both in so much pain. It’s the way she pulls away with one hand, but is clutching his other hand for dear life, that really gets me in that last gif.

Asking him once again why are you doing this? I shared that sentiment in this moment.. Tim stands firm in his decision to end them and rip all of our hearts out. Eric had a great quote about how Tim handed this whole thing. ‘He is impulsive and he reacts instead of thinking things through. And it can come out as a bit too strong.’ He feels he is a burden Lucy therefore he is removing himself. Not thinking about the damage it’s going to do to her. The immense regret he’s going to feel when he regulates a bit more.

Something therapy has taught me is we are ruled by our nervous system. Anxiety, stress, fear etc Tim’s was haywire in this moment. All of them going off at once. Not thinking clearly. Acting out of fight or flight. He took the flight option unfortunately. The tragic way he grabs her head and gives her the saddest head kiss. Shattering all of our hearts in the process. It’s the devastated look on his face when he strokes her hair and takes off. One final gut punch from him. It's like he’s leaving behind his greatest treasure and can’t bear to be around it any longer. Lucy is clutching to him until he departs. *snifffle*

The man actually thinks she is better off without him. Truly believes that. Even if Lucy had succeeded it keeping Tim, this would've reared it’s ugly head again down the road. This breakup ruined my friggin life. I kid you not. They were my happy place. My consistent happy place. And now that was gone. It affected my mental health a little too not gonna lie. I think I was in mourning for three weeks. Honestly I still am. Low key will be till they're fixed. Those three weeks were unbearable. But also needed. Thank you again to my bestie D for being my mourning partner through out that. Kept me sane.

That being said I think this will push them in the best direction. A healthier and stronger one. I truly believe that. I recently broke up with a friend who I had been friends with for ten years. It was very hard on me but time. Boundaries were being pushed and it wasn't healthy anymore. My therapist pointed me to a wonderful book called ‘Goodbyes and good boundaries. ’ While It helped heal my heart it also has really good pieces in it. Stuff made me think of this very ep tbh. Sure that wasn't her goal LOL But my brain is always in a Chenford state of mind in some way or another.

First one that made me think of them. ‘Health cannot bond to unhealth.’ As much as it wasn’t fair for Lucy. And god it wasn’t after everything else this season. Tim was in such a radioactive state staying with her wouldn’t have worked anyway. He was radiating turmoil. Lucy can do a lot for him but not this. He NEEDED therapy so much. There are things you learn in there that only your therapist can help you with. He was unhealth and Lucy was trying to keep her empathetic healthy self to him. It was never going to work. Not unless Tim put in some work. Which he couldn't at this point in time.

“Relationship often die not because of conversations never had but rather conversations needed but never had.” Another good one made me think of them. Tim was not ready in the least for the adult conversation required of him in this moment. Or their entire relationship really. They both danced around the issues a lot. 6x02 closest we got. Even then it was one sided. Thus them dying in this moment. Despite Lucy’s damndest to keep them afloat. Remind him of what they’re fighting for. Of why they started this. This breakup was painful af. Despite how this wrecked my world it’s going to be good for them in the long run.

I will say Lucy in that last gif was all of us in that moment. It was a soul crushing moment that decimated this fandom. Still blows my mind Melissa and Eric were surprised just how insanely devastated we were. Why they did those lovely posts during the three weeks. To thank us and to hold on. Growth is coming. They’re going to be even better after this. Doesn’t mean this didn’t hurt like a SOB and won’t long after they reunite. Curse you Eric and Melissa. You are incredible to evoke such emotions out of us all.

Thank you for going through this with me again. It wasn’t easy but they always worth it. Appreciate any and all comments, likes or reblogs I get. I shall see you all in 6x07 :)

Side notes non chenford

Balian doing the creepy bed thing again. Just have to note that.

Also can’t believe they didn’t end the ep with their breakup. There is a whole minute or so of I don’t give a shit after that scene. I was so distraught they could’ve had Nolan walk into a wall and I wouldn't have noticed.

[kanthonyficrecs]

Collection: Pregnancy AUs

A Bolt From The Blue by WaterlilyRose Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Anthony and Kate share a night of passion that must never be spoke of again. That’s the end of the story. Right?

A Crumpled Up Piece of Paper by Moomin_94 Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Anthony Bridgerton and Kate Sharma were perfectly happy after their quickie wedding in Fiji Until (She thinks) he told her to leave

A Journey by anidlequeen Rating: NR Status: Complete Summary: Very simply, a Kate gives birth fic.

Anything You Can Do by Mx Kate B Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: A collection of fluffy HEA drabbles to satisfy your sweet tooth.

Couldn’t Say It To Myself by INTPSlytherin_reylove97 Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: When Anthony began dating Edwina, he knew she’d fit the bill. When the annual Bridgerton summer holiday rolled around, he had every intention of proposing to Edwina. He just did not expect her to bring along her meddlesome sister, Kate.

First Words by MiniM236 Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: Kate’s pregnant, and she and Anthony are ready and excited. However, the happy couple’s competitiveness rears its head when they are deciding what baby Neddy’s first word will be!

How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) by moresassythanclassy Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Kate and Anthony are desperate for some alone time, but having three kids and a million responsibilities makes it tough. One interruption after the next leads to one very awkward situation, an impromptu discussion about the birds and the bees, and a happy little accident somewhere down the line.

insomnia by starkswinterfelling Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: Kate and Anthony learn to deal with some of Kate’s more bothersome pregnancy symptoms.

like a ghost by antematter Rating: M Summary: A pregnant mistress was of no use to anyone.

Lockdown by Stars_of_Kyber Rating: NR Status: Complete Summary: Anthony and Kate Briderton’s family was having a relatively easy time with Lockdown. And then Mary Sharma, a nurse working in the front line of medical care, got admitted to the hospital and Kate’s pregnancy test comes back positive. Anthony must find a way to hold his wife and children together as they navigate these complicated times.

Swollen by hydriotaphia Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: He did not know how to say to her that it excited him, all of it: the radiant glow of her skin, the thickness in her ankles that she soaked daily; watching her grow and grow like a swelling drum, like a cathedral, around his child, their child. She was ripening like a flower and Anthony could not keep his hands or his eyes off his wife.

take my hand, wreck my plans (that’s my man) by yetanotheremptypage Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: If two months ago you’d told Kate Sheffield-Sharma that she would be sitting in her flat with Anthony, Viscount Bridgerton, on the couch across from her and a positive pregnancy test sitting on the coffee table in between them, she would’ve told you that you were insane.

The MILF in 2B by folklauerate Rating: E Status: WIP Summary: She’d hoped her new neighbor would be polite. Willing to water her plants if she paid them. Generally uninterested in her life. By her fifth brownie, it’s clear to her that Anthony is likely to not be that type of neighbor.

To Build A Home by WaterlilyRose Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Anthony Bridgerton is missing. His family hunts for him with the mounting certainty something terrible has happened to him.

Until I Found You by goldenluxfairy Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Dearest reader, The time has come to place our bets on the marriage mart of 1815. As the ton casts it’s discerning gaze on the budding romances of this year’s social season, we should not neglect to keep a watchful eye on the married couples of the past. It is true that no outsider knows what goes on in a marriage behind closed doors. Only time will tell - and of course, this author. Yours truly, Lady Whistledown

What We Have Together by DoodlingAwaits Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: the accidental sperm donor AU nobody asked for but got anyway

[crimeronan]

hey what is wwaitsoatl?

oh! it's what we are is the sum of a thousand lies, my most popular toh fic by FAR and the thing most toh people here started following me for. back before i got sucked down the princess luz hyperfixation rabbit hole. it's a fic that takes more work to write than any of my others because it has an incredibly involved drafting & editing process. bc i am a perfectionist.

the premise is a canon divergent timeline wherein belos suspects that hunter lied to him at the end of hunting palismen. and completely wrecks hunter's shit forever. and infects him with curse goop in the process. and darius (who, Very Importantly, does not yet have a friendly rapport with hunter) trips over the kid's half-dead body.

and freaks.

and kidnaps hunter n takes him to the owl house. bc that's the one surefire place of refuge on the isles.

there are a bunch of emotional threads, hence why it's novel-length and not even finished yet despite being about just four characters chilling in a house together.

mainly it's about:

hunter unraveling his cognitive dissonance and cult brainwashing in an AU where he doesn't have all of hollow mind's answers; his feelings are Incredibly complicated and messy & he gets incredibly mean and snarly about it

darius grappling with the fact that his own grief and resentment blinded him to a kid who Very Much Needed Him, darius dealing with the fact that actually he never DID grieve his mentor or his mentor's dead family

darius and hunter developing a rapport in a timeline where hunter very much has Not broken out of all the cop shit that darius disdains So Much. so darius is so fucking exasperated and tired all the time

eda trying desperately to help hunter learn to live with a curse / chronic pain / chronic illness, while having very little faith in herself to begin with

luz feeling Horrifically guilty about hunter's curse and injuries, bc she thinks she should have clocked the abuse and brought him home with her or otherwise stopped it

hunter developing an almost immediate and pathological emotional attachment to luz because of her kindness, which complicates all of his complicated feelings WAAAAAY MORE

eda, darius, AND luz all desperately trying to get hunter to admit that he's been abused and that what happened wasn't his fault. you would not believe how fucking long it takes.

i'm actually really, really, Really proud of it -- it's rare for one of a writer's best works to be their most popular, but this genuinely is one of mine. if not my best work, period. there's a lot of nuance and messiness and emotional complexity and grief and arguing that i'm SO happy with.

also, despite the subject matter, it's often extremely lighthearted. some of the funniest dialogue i've ever written is strewn throughout all these serious emotional threads.

i'd apologize for how long this response is but this story is a heart project and has 67,000 published words on ao3 so far. (the chapter i'm writing rn will likely be another ~8,000 words, then there are a couple more chapters to come.) so there's a lot to say!!

it's my most popular ao3 fic for any fandom, ever, in the 12 years i've been on the site. the response has been WILD. if you sort by kudos, it's the 31st most favorited owl house fic Of All Time, the 7th most popular fic involving darius, and the 5TH most popular hunter & luz relationship fic. again, of all time. which is. insane.

people have been very kind and patient with me having been too sick to work on it for a while. there was a seven-month break between chapters 8 and 9, and if i finish chapter ten soon then there'll have been a nine-month break between chapters 9 and 10. so i don't know how many people are actually going to come back to read it, a lot of ppl have moved on from the fandom and such. but i'm extremely extremely extremely grateful to everyone who's given it a look!

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Strays AU

Who are Lizard and Doll? What the hell is the Strays AU? Finally there is an easy way to answer these questions without going through 100 memes to figure it out.

Who is Lizard:

Lizard is the reader from Was It Worth It?

She is 14 pre-timeskip

After Crocodile is defeated, Robin brings Lizard with her when she joins the Straw Hats

Usopp, Chopper, and Zoro are all highly suspicious of her, the rest of the crew is more willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.

She gets a bounty poster immediately after Alabasta because she is VERY wanted by the marines. Due to how dangerous her father was, her starting bounty is 50,000,000 berry.

She feels horribly guilty over what Crocodile did and spends her every waking moment trying to make up for it. Examples include: selling all her jewelry to help buy things for the crew/ship, doing everyone’s chores whether they asked her to or not, never asking for help, etc…

Possesses Armament Haki, it awakens from how stressed she is in Skypeia with Enel attacking the Straw Hats. It’s pretty weak, but is enough to shield Nami from Enel’s Observation Haki.

Everyone fully accepts Lizard post Skypeia, but it takes her a while to realize that because she’s so lost in her own head.

Luffy’s talk of freedom really rubs off on her, and she wants to save others from being in the situation she was in with her father.

The Straw Hats are normal, but Robin is a little yandere for her because she got attached to her over the years. Lizard finally gets to experience what normal familial relationships and friendships are supposed to be like.

As she gets more comfortable and confident, she goes from a sweet, mild mannered teenager to a take-no-shit pirate that will jump anyone she has a problem with.

Now that she’s no longer under her dad’s control and is truly seeing how money and finances work, she becomes extremely frugal as a result. She thinks her dad was insane for wasting as much money as he did.

Despite all of the resentment, she doesn’t actually hate Crocodile. She’s furious with him for starting a war and trying to kill Robin, but a part of her does still care for him. She was a daddy’s girl her whole life, that doesn’t just go away overnight. There is a lot of guilt stemming from this because she feels like she should hate him but just can’t.

She has a crush on Koby because he’s the only marine who doesn’t assume she’s just as bad as her father.

Who is Lady Camorra?

Lizard’s pet bananawani. She first got her when she was a toddler, and Lizard was the first person Lady Camorra saw after hatching. They’ve been inseparable ever since.

She is a juvenile, but is already 20 feet long (about 6 meters)

Lizard likes to tie bows around her head crest and color coordinates them with her own outfits

She’s a chonky girl from how well fed she is

Only takes commands from Lizard but is friendly enough towards the rest of the Straw Hats (except Sanji because he beat up her entire extended family back in Rainbase and she is NOT over it) 

Who is Doll?

Doll is the reader from Better Left Unsaid. She is gender neutral in the fic, but got labeled as a girl as the Strays AU developed because I forgot that the reader was GN in that fic. Oops.

She is 13 pre-timeskip

While she is reasonably confident around Shanks and his crew, she is a nervous wreck around literally anyone else due to how severely under socialized she is. She’s terrible at making eye contact and shakes like a leaf around new people.

Lizard catches wind of her existence and immediately decides she needs to be rescued (she does). 

Doll bounces between reveling in her newfound freedom and having panic attacks because she’s afraid Shanks is going to find her and murder all of her new friends.

Now that she’s gotten a taste of freedom, going back to Shanks is her worst nightmare. If she so much as thinks she saw him she is screaming and crying because she knows he isn’t going to change. She dislikes Shanks more than Lizard dislikes Crocodile.

She is an expert at lockpicking, being able to break into any treasure chest helps endear her to Nami.

While Nami is unhappy about having an emperor hunting them down, her and the rest of the crew are quick to take Doll under their wing.

Uta is her older sister, but she doesn’t remember her at all and only has photos to go off of.

What is the Strays AU?

This is an AU where Lizard, Doll and Lucky (from Lucky Break) are all a part of the Straw Hats at the same time.

Lucky is a big sister to both Lizard and Doll.

Rumors start to speculate that Lucky and Lizard are actually siblings, and they both go with it because it’s funny.

Lizard gets very protective of both Luck and Doll and sicks Lady Camorra on anyone who bothers them.

I'll add more to this as it develops

[uselesslexbian]

eras tour setlist sentence starters, part one.

you know i adore you.

it's you and me, that's my whole world.

you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.

you are the only one who seems to care.

what doesn't kill me makes me want you more.

if i bleed, you'll be the last to know.

i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you.

i love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

i'm so sick of them coming at me again.

i'm so sick of running as fast as i can.

you need to calm down.

can i go where you go?

can we always be this close?

i'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you.

i've loved you three summers now, but i want them all.

who could ever leave me, darling?

but who could stay?

i cut off my nose just to spite my face and i hate my reflection for years and years.

they see right through me.

can you see right through me?

i'm trying so hard not to get caught up now.

she'll never know your story like i do.

you belong with me.

you say you're fine, i know you better than that.

take me somewhere we can be alone.

all there's left to do is run.

i got tired of waiting, wondering if you were ever coming around.

this love is difficult, but it's real.

don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess.

i keep waiting for you, but you never come.

is this in my head? i don't know what to think.

if i wanted to know who you were hanging with while i was gone, i would've asked you.

the road not taken looks real good now, and it always leads to you.

i'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans.

wait for the signal and i'll meet you after dark.

i guess i should've known from that look on your face.

if i didn't know better, i'd think you were still around.

what died didn't stay dead.

i never was ready so i watched you go.

what a shame she's fucked in the head.

i notice everything you do or don't do.

if it's all in my head, tell me now.

tell me i got it wrong somehow.

in the middle of the night, in my dreams, you should see the things we do.

i know i'm gonna be with you, so i'll take my time.

my reputation's never been worse so you must like me for me.

is it cool that i said all that?

is it chill that you're in my head?

i'm insane, but i'm your baby.

baby, for you, i would fall from grace just to touch your face.

if you walk away, i'd beg you on my knees to stay.

i don't like your little games.

no, i don't like you.

maybe i got mine, but you'll all get yours.

i'll spend forever wondering if you knew.

please don't be in love with someone else.

i had the time of my life fighting dragons with you.

everything will be alright if you keep me next to you.

i'm really gonna miss you picking fights.

a new notch in your belt is all i'll ever be.

and the saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me.

you never loved me or her, or anyone, or anything.

i might be okay, but i'm not fine at all.

you taught me about your past, thinking your future was me.

you never called it what it was.

maybe we got lost in translation.

this thing was a masterpiece before you tore it all up.

i'm in a new hell every time you double-cross my mind.

the idea you had of me, who was she?

i'd like to be my old self again, but i'm still trying to find it.

'cause there we are again, when i loved you so, back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known.

just between us, did the love affair maim you too?

[oh-saints]

sweetest devotion (p.4)

mason really should've listened what his sister had been saying all this time, that not everyone is what they seem...

playboy!mason x princess!OC

tw: as mentioned in the masterlist only, but particularly extramarital affair to a marriage of convenience AND VIOLENCE in this chapter

wc: 2.1k

note: as i've promised previously, here's some happ(ier) stuff for you guys! hope you like them! but as usual, i happen to write at dawn so this is not beta-read yet.

tags: @pingyu-in-wonderland @ironmaiden1313 @myreveriie<3 (lmk if you wanna be added!)

part 3 - part 5

sweetest devotion masterlist here

please don’t be late for the banquet.

was the last thing elena saw flashing from mason’s phone.

mason had never voiced out his inner frustration towards this whole one big mess they—including serena—were involved in, but elena knew better than the deep, resigned sighs mason let out just now. or every time he’d gotten a glimpse of serena’s name from his phone, which was rather often due to her tenacity to keep posting about her whereabout. or whenever someone brought up the sore topic of his (faux) marriage.

it still irked her that she still couldn’t have mason entirely, body and soul, despite living together for almost a season now. despite having him physically by her side almost 24/7, except on days he had to leave for practices and matches. now she had to have him apart for the formal banquet at the embassy of eldorra, as a consequence of marrying the country’s only princess.

I know, I know, elena groaned inwardly. it was only a night, but elena had to see pictures of mason and serena being a couple everyone dreams of plastered all over the news and social media posts by tomorrow morning. it might not be the married couple’s intention but surely the palace would love to blast how wonderful their marriage turned out to be, fanning the “ridiculous” gossips of the couple nobody saw coming. aka the bun in the oven.

elena couldn’t take it—heck, she never could. she would always play hard to get, yes, but it was solely for mason’s eyes. she’d never guess it’d backfire on herself, playing the jealousy card.

the mere thoughts of people fawning over their visuals would already drive her insane because she knew—god, did she know—that elena and mason would’ve smashed every other visual couples. she was a model, for god’s sake, and he was the teenage-heartthrob footballer.

the temptation to just wreck the banquet was already sitting on top of elena’s head, if it wasn’t for the fact that her career she’d so hard been building was at stake. because no matter what, she was up against a princess, a monarchy figure loved by her people, a respectable woman in the eyes of the world. of course elena would be the one everyone would throw tomatoes at, should she come out and expose the real deal.

heck, she couldn’t even tell a single soul because of it. no matter how supportive her friends are, elena would be on the short end of the sticks. they’d call out elena a crazy lady and tell her to stop deluding herself because her ex—from their point of view—was no longer available in the market. that elena was taking her grief and regret of losing mason way too harsh.

“don’t go,” elena would always beg him to stay behind, whenever mason was walking out of the door towards serena’s direction. be it picking up his fresh set of clothes—for whatever reason elena could never understand because he could’ve moved in all his stuffs—or be it for his monthly baby check-up.

tonight was no exception.

and mason would always answer, “you know I’ll be back soon, baby.”

but what if he never did? would elena still be able to stand time and place in this lifetime?

fuck’s sake, elena sobbed in frustration that she almost threw mason’s favourite choice of liquor from her hand to the nearest wall. what did she do to deserve this?

right, you broke mason’s heart and led him to serena.

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mason would be lying if he said his jaw didn’t fall onto the floor the moment serena stepped out of her room—his old guest room, mostly occupied by ben chilwell whenever he was over at mason’s—wearing a floor length tulle gown. one he’d recognised from the latest collection of the palace’s favourite designer, ellie saab.

serena, magically without even touching him, had no problem making his acting job tonight go smooth as silk.

call him shallow for all he cared, mason could feel his withstanding great wall of china he’d built around himself crumbling apart at the sight. and that should only mean a big fat red flag for him because he wasn’t supposed to feel this way. especially after the insane stunt she pulled weeks ago, endangering herself, the baby, and the identity of their fake marriage the moment she went down to Portsmouth to be by his mother’s side.

but how could he, when the room’s attention shifted to wherever serena went, that he had no choice but to aggravate his own towards his wife, who was now talking to the eldorran ambassador for the UK like they were good friends and not a princess and one of her subjects?

how could he not feel all these supposedly forbidden things when he watched her effortlessly forced everyone else in the room to keep up with her knowledge?

how could he not feel all these supposedly prohibited things when he watched her interacting with several little eldorrans like they were her own children, while looking so magnificently striking without even trying?

a total 180 degrees contrast to her usual garb of either smart pants or loungewear with cardigan wrapped around her. her hair was now clipped neatly into an updo, her make up was rather clean for a formal banquet but still had a dramatic effect around her eyes. her jewelleries could also be considered simple for the title she was bearing.

despite his description on serena going rather humble for her extravagant upbringing, mason had never seen someone who exuded an aura so… composedly dignified. regal. royal. despite his proud acclamation that he had always loved it when a woman knows how to carry herself well, no one was a worthy match to serena thermopolis of eldorra.

it was only then did he realise—again—that he had, indeed, married a princess all along.

the person who was usually silent while busily writing down her recipes and diaries colourfully on his kitchen counter—only talking whenever he asked her a question or whenever she wanted to report her whereabouts or whenever the baby’s concerned. even then, she’d cut down her replies to no more than 10 words in a sentence—was no more than an exterior she’d only put up whenever she was around.

slowly things dawned on him, especially scenes from weeks ago at the hospital. she certainly wasn’t silent if she could get along with his family.

“how are you settling into the married life, your highness?”

her smile was still plastered in her face prettily, albeit the strained edges of her eyes. “I have a wonderful husband right here,” as if on cue, mason stepped in closer to her and held her gently by the waist. they weren’t supposed to show affections in public but for some unbeknownst reason, mason wanted to. “I think it’s rather how he’s settling into the married life with me.”

was this how serena had always been, witty underneath the cold, calm beauty?

“we can’t actually believe it at first, the calm princess got married before her brothers,” another one spoke up, and mason could feel serena tensing at the implied gossip around the ton. in some fucked up way, it reminded him of the time they shared a ride home from Portsmouth, when she was left frozen at the sight mason losing his head.

was she scared of him?

“when you know a princess loves you with all her heart,” mason instinctively took the wheel, silently thanking heavens he paid attention to the short course on media play and handling Chelsea had prepared for their players. “what’s stopping you to marry her?”

while mason titled his head down to spare serena a glance, the woman’s vision remained locked to the honourable guests in front of her, a smaller smile etched on her face this time.

was he that blind to her being afraid of him?

or was it something else that he did?

who is serena thermapolis, anyway?

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mason couldn’t sleep afterwards. he’d trashed left and right to find a comfortable position or a cold surface of his sheet, he’d woken up every one or two hours on top of that.

unfortunately, mason knew it was not because of the ethereal sight of his wife cascading throughout the ballroom, impressing and charming everyone else while also impressing mason at her ability to divert the guests’ piqued curiosity of their marriage.

it was because it had been a while since the last time he’d occupied his bed. funny how he said his bed this time around, as if he’d gone back to Portsmouth and his mother told him his old bedroom was still available for him.

but as extreme urgent poundings grazed his door before he could drift himself to sleep, mason had never felt so lucky to be sleepless.

he immediately jumped off the bed, thinking nothing but grabbing his phone to call the police. he’d pressed the device already to his ear, ready to rant off about the intruder to his house. “serena?”

he called for his wife-on-paper not to make sure if it was her crazy antics, but it was because he wanted to make sure she was safe instead. and when his calls were only met by silence, he’d never dashed off for the stairs faster than that instance.

however, it turned out it was rather mason’s problem not catching on her voice. firstly because her room was downstairs, secondly because it slipped his mind that serena had never been brought up to raise her voice. because she was already standing at the doorframe, facing whoever had the lunatic guts to disturb his home so late into the night.

mason ran faster towards her direction because there was no way she was facing a criminal on her own, without protection or safety gears or whatsoever, as if it was her friends coming over to surprise her at midnight. “serena!”

but before he could reach her, serena had flown all the way across the porch from a well-placed, strong punch. before he could process what was happening, serena had sat up, holding her face with a hand while her other hand was holding her weight.

“what else do you want?”

before he could ask what she meant by that, a familiar figure launched herself towards serena like a tiger pouncing on her prey. “I told you before to leave mase alone!”

elena?

“and I will tell you over and over again to leave mase alone!”

mason couldn’t believe the scene unravelling before his very own eyes. like soap operas, the hidden lover kept hitting on the wife set up for him—grabbing the pregnant woman by the hair, launching slaps on her face, shoved her to the ground brutally while throwing cuss words at here every time the mistress relented her anger towards her.

was this what it felt like, when his favourite actor played out a scene where he died out other noises and people and surroundings because he couldn’t think anymore?

after what felt like an eternity, the scene where elena kicked a crouching serena, left and right endlessly, was what snapped him back to reality. that’s a pregnant lady, for god’s sake!

“leave,” mason stepped in between the two ladies, covering serena’s cowering figure with his body. as soon as his hands went around serena’s sides, he could feel her protecting her belly and mason had never felt so much anger emitting from his inside. “while I’m still nice.”

“mason—”

“I said, leave,” still wrapping his body around serena’s, mason mustered the coldest, meanest intonation as if it was his weekly battle on the pitch. “which part of the word that’s hard for you to understand?”

elena stood towering both mason and serena, yet she was the one that appeared small and scared. “mase—”

“leave!” mason had never shouted at a woman before but morality and courtesy were the last things on his mind right now. “I fucking told you to leave!”

“mason…” his lover whimpered, trying to reach for mason but the man only shook her hands away and stood up, looming over her this time as he pushed her off his property. “surely you’re mistaken, we can talk about this—”

in every of mason’s step forward was a step backwards for elena. in every of mason’s fuming step was elena’s panic spew of her so-called justification behind her actions. and before long, the man had pushed her off the edge of his home.

“if you come here again, I will not hesitate to call the police. you got me?”

next update:

“I need you to be honest with me, serena,” mason didn’t waste another breath after the doctor stepped away from her room. “the doctor said next time. when was the first time?”

“remember that one week you thought I went missing?”

[hazbmymhotel]

I promise, this image is NOT a spoiler, but I did make me laugh way too hard

Chapter 11) Zip, Zip

 

“So, Angie, I'm actually royally pissed!” Cherri Bomb opened the top of her latte to dump in a coffee liquor. “You always said if you ever got married, I'd be there!”

 

“He was bleedin’ all over the place, was I supposed to call you?” Angel leaned back, sipping his own cappuccino.

 

“Uh! Yes!!” Cherri recapped her drink. “Especially since it's this guy!!”

 

Husk looked up, a madeleine in his teeth.

 

“I thought you were just gonna fuck him.”

 

“He's old fashioned,” Angel lied. “Plus I've never been married before. I figured it'd be fun!” He grabbed Husk's chin and leaned down, biting off the other half of the cookie.

 

Cherri laughed into her hand and shook her head. “He's ancient.”

 

“We're the same age,” Angel argued, swallowing his mouth full. “I've just been in hell longer!”

 

“I'm also sitting right here,” Husk informed her.

 

“You look rough,” Cherri told him directly. “Like, not only the shit Angie’s insane brother did!” Angel winced quietly as she went on. “But you look like a rug!”

 

“Brutal,” Husk sighed, sipping his breve.

 

Angel jumped to his defense, “Husker isn't sleepin’ well!”

 

“Oh!!” Cherri was more interested now! “Are you two knocking boots all night?” She squealed as Husk’s blush showed through his fur. “Ang. Is he good?”

 

“So good!” Angel gushed. “I'm gettin’ spoiled, it's gonna ruin me.”

 

Cherri lowered her voice and leaned in. “So are you seriously quitting porn? Word is that Valentino is losing his fucking mind.”

“How'd you find out?!” Angel asked in surprise. “It was that sketchy director wasn't it?”

 

“Travis,” Husk bristled.

 

“Seriously? That's what you know about my videos?” Angel looked at him flatly. “My foot-obsessed-director?”

 

“He's a piece of shit!” Husk answered.

 

Cherri snorted. “The old pussy cat's right, though. It was totally Travis. He's whining about it online!” She showed Angel her phone. “But how'd you pull that off??”

 

“Through marriage. It's complicated, Cherri, I kinda wanted a break from explainin’ all my bullshit…It's been a long day with Nickie and other fuckin’ garbage.” Angel sighed and crossed his second set of arms. “Plus Husker isn't allowed to sleep anymore, so that's gonna be a whole thing.”

 

“I bet I can still sleep,” Husker said with a huff. “It's probably an overreaction.”

Now Cherri was even more confused. “... Because of all the fucking?”

 

“No, because he got all wrecked up by Nickie! See! I didn't wanna talk about it!!”

 

“You brought it up, Baby,” Husk said, but wrapped his tail around Angel’s leg. “But it's probably just PTSD or some shit.”

 

“Does PTSD make people scared of zippers? It don't make no sense,” Angel crossed his arms tighter.

 

“I mean, PTSD made me scared of egg salad for a good few years,” Vaggie swirled her cup around. “But what did zippers do?”

 

“It's a man covered in zippers. I think they're his skin,” Husk answered with a shudder.

 

“Oh, hot though,” Cherri grinned, “How many dicks do you think he's hiding?”

 

“Fourteen,” said Angel, “but he ate them all.”

 

Husk shuddered again, fluffing his wing nervously. “Not every time I fall asleep is a nightmare.”

 

“Do you think Vaggie might be full of shit?” Angel asked. “Over exaggeratin’ a bad dream?”

 

“They're just fuckin’ dreams,” Cherri agreed.

 

Husk nodded. “...But maybe I should stay awake until we figure it out.”

 

Angel sipped his cappuccino and considered. “Yeah, you've been sleepin' like 14 hours a day since your contract with Alastor broke, Husk, you sure about that?”

“Well he's a cat!” Cherri laughed. “What's he supposed to do?”

“To be fair, I was on morphine for like 5 of those days…” Husk tightened his tail around Angel’s leg.

 

“Do you got any left?” Cherri asked hopefully. “I'll trade you for some uppers. These little babies will keep you awake!” She pulled some pills from her pocket. “Angel, you want some?”

 

“Mmmmnnnnah, I'm actually handlin' sobriety pretty well today! I haven't even drank since yesterday.”

“Fuck. Married life is making you lame!” Cherri looked at Husk. “But how about you, Kitty?”

Husk considered. “I'm probably fine…” he took another sip, but stopped to yawwwn. He finished with a blep, his little tongue hanging out.

“You're so eepy seepy,” Angel stamped his feet as he squealed.

“You're such a furry, Angel,” Cherri said, even though she was equally charmed. “But seriously, you look like you're about to konk out, old man.”

Husk sighed heavily. He looked at Angel Dust, and then at Cherri’s hands. “What is it?”

“A bunch of good shit!”

“I got morphine back at the hotel…take it if you want it…is this gonna fuck me up?” Husk reluctantly held out his paw, letting her drop several multicolored capsules into it.

“Oh, yes it is!” Cherri shouted excitedly.

Angel tried not to look concerned. “I mean, you think he can handle all that, Cher?”

Cherri waved her hand at him. “Pshaw, he's old enough to be my great grandpa. Right, Huskee, you can handle it.”

“You can seriously just call me Husk,” he told her firmly. “But if it'll keep me awake…” Husk swallowed them with a mouthful of his drink. “It's not like it'll kill me.”

“Sure, right,” Angel said, tossing his coffee cup into a trash bin. “Are you two fuckers ready to go out then? We'll wanna be somewhere loud when those kick in…Husker, you're probably gonna wanna dance.”

 

“Oh?” Husk hopped to his feet, catching himself from falling with his cane. “I'll definitely take up less space on the dance floor now–Baby, you don't have to look so sad every time I bring up my wings.”

Angel covered his mouth and looked away slightly. “I'm not.”

“Oh my God, Angie, you're becoming a tittering mom to this old dude. You sure you don't want a pick-me-up? Maybe a little coke??” Cherri checked her purse.

“Cherri, for fuck's sake, I'm not doin’ it no more, so stop askin’!” Angel grit his teeth.

“Sorry, sorry, fuck! I'm not used to you bein’ all responsible.” Cherri sucked her teeth and stood up. “Are you still drinking at all? Or are you completely boring now.”

Angel scoffed and reached out for Husk's empty cup, tossing it away for him before storming outside. “I think I need a drink to deal with this today.” He rubbed between his eyes.

Husk watched him stand outside of the coffee shop, ears back.

“What the fuck is his problem?!” Cherri directed herself at Husk.

“Coming down is hard,” Husk said simply, “he's been without for almost two weeks…it's a hard hump to get over.”

“Could you go give him a hard fucking hump so we can get on with our day?!”

 

“Sex won't solve withdrawals, sweetheart,” Husk felt a prickling in the back of his head. “Just give us a minute.” He walked himself outside, lightly touching one of Angel’s arms.

“Hey,” Husk said, voice soft and gentle.

Angel frowned before turning his hand, reaching to hold Husk’s. “...hey.”

“Do you want to ditch her?” Husk kissed his fingers.

Angel laughed a little before frowning again. “No…getting off this shit is hard, Whiskers.”

“I know.” Husk rubbed his cheek against the back of Angel’s hand. “We could go home.”

“Charlie will harass me into doin’ somethin’ today…I don't think so.” He squeezed Husk's hand. “Can we go to a club? I wanna see you dance like an idiot on drugs.”

“I get the feeling I'll be doing that anywhere we go,” Husk said, kissing up his arm.

Angel giggled and swatted him off. “Okay, okay, let's go.” He turned and waved at Cherri to come outside. “Stop fuckin' offering me drugs today, bitch.”

“Fiiiine,” Cherri hugged Angel’s arms on his other side. “I just wanna show you a good time, you know that!”

Angel sighed. “Yea. I know. But not today. Today I wanna remember my husband lookin’ stupid.”

“Then let's gooo!!” Cherri said, tugging them forward with her. “We're actually early enough to catch some of the fuckin' drink deals today!!”

In spite of the bright red daylight outside, the club was dark and only lit up with cool, flashing colors. The music was thumping out enough to make Husk's wing twitch each time. He couldn't make out the words, but it didn't matter!

 

Instead, it felt good. Husk's brain had started to itch, and the music was scratching in a satisfying beat. He heard Angel laugh, which made him feel warm. Cherri yelled something about his footwork.

Husk was pretty sure at some point he'd gotten his hands on a trumpet, and he jammed out to the music while the crowd howled in excitement. It reminded him of a time he was high out of his mind in a club in Chicago back in the early 40’s.

Husk was barely focused on what was coming out of his mouth. He knew he was sat between Cherri and Angel Dust. He couldn't keep his hands off of Angel’s legs. “You're gorgeous,” he said over and over.

“Enough about that! I wanna know about Chicago!!” Cherri demanded.

“Oh, fuck, I was 12 years into a dead marriage, and I was just craving something different and wild! I hadn't done magic in ages, and I completely crashed my own stage!!” Husk realized there was a drink in his hand, so he gulped it down. “I was so fuckin’ embarrassed, but when I was having a drink after, I got to playing. Some asshole handed me a saxophone, and I fucking love blowing horns.”

 

“I fuckin' bet you do!” Cherri squealed.

 

Angel was enraptured, hanging on every word.

“And this little twink comes up to me, he's in the tightest fucking outfit I've ever seen,” Husk was offered a cigarette, so he took it. “And he's hanging all over me, saying how much he loved jazz. He asked if I had jungle fever!” Husk laughed noisily.

Angel looked horrified, but it seemed more internal than anything else.

“Baby, you good?” Husk asked, but Angel leaned over and kissed his face.

“Tell your story, sugar.”

Husk took a long drag on his cigarette, trying to focus again. “It was my first time with a guy, and he knew what he was doing! He fingered himself in front of me and sucked my cock like a champion.” He tapped the ashes into a tray Cherri offered. “When it got down to it, I think I fucked him half the night! I can't believe how long I could throw this kid around.”

Angel fanned himself, looking pleased and embarrassed.

“And I thought, well shit, how did I waste so much time on just women!?” Husk found his hand rubbing up the inside of Angel’s thigh, so he squeezed. “Men are so fucking hot!”

“Yea, that's SO true!” Cherri took a shot.

“Didja ever get his name?” Angel asked, gripping Husk's wrist.

“I can't remember, I was so fucked up! And I had another engagement in Indianapolis the next day, so I had to dip before he was even awake.”

“But you left a queen of hearts on the dresser with a ‘thanks for the lay,’ note on it,” Angel provided.

“Yeah, I–” Husk's ears perked. “Did I already tell this story?” He crushed his cigarette into the ashtray. 

“No!” Angel laughed nervously, holding his head. “No fuckin’ way, Husk!”

Husk stared at him in confusion, the drugs seeping into his brain. “Do you wanna dance, beautiful?”

 

Angel laughed harder, covering his face. He nodded dumbly and let Husk drag him onto the floor.

“Those two,” Cherri rolled her eye, grinning.

Husk was sure Angel was having fun, hearing him shout eagerly as they danced. He registered Cherri joining them again!

“I'm gonna go get us some fresh drinks!” Angel shouted. “Keep an eye on Husker!”

“We're fine!” Cherri yelled back, turning to grind on some massive wolf.

Husk was enjoying how the music made him sway…until he stepped forward onto concrete. He grabbed for the cane hanging on his arm, and it wasn't there. Lights flickered between green and yellow, the crowd disappearing and reappearing with each flash.

“Oh shit,” Husk stumbled back, grunting as he hit a mass.

“Watch it!” A nondescript voice shouted.

Husk stared straight ahead as he saw it. The music faded away, replaced with the sounds as it began to approach.

Zzt…Zzt…Zzt…

He could see it closer than ever. Its face zipped up and down as it walked, revealing a large red orb hidden in inky blackness. Husk turned and bolted, abandoning his cane on the dance floor as he left on all fours.

  

Angel Dust laughed and shimmied his way across the dance floor. He saw Cherri’s hair and made his way over. “Got you a cocktail, toots!” He looked around, frowning in confusion.

“Uh, Cherri?!”

 

“Yes, bitch?! Want me to pay you?!”

 

“No! Where’s Husk?!”

 

“Huh!?!” She stopped dancing to hold her ear towards him.

 

“Where is my Husband?!?!” Angel stepped back to find him, stumbling. “Oh, shit,” he bent down to grab his cane. Another demon grabbed his hips as he did, grinding into Angel’s ass. He turned and smashed his drink into his head, “do you fuckin’ mind?!"

 

“Jesus Fucking Christ!!” The demon shouted, holding his face as he sprayed blood over the spider.

Angel shoved him back and started searching at knee level, looking for a hint of Husk anywhere.

“Oh for fuck's sake, he's fine!” Cherri stepped over the writhing demon to chase after him. “You're worrying too much!”

“He hasn't done anything hard since he was alive over forty fuckin’ years ago, Cher!” Angel shoved through a group, seeing a flicker of red outside.

 

Husker fell back onto his ass, kicking into the floor as he tried to find his footing again. He grunted as he hit a wall, dizzy from how fast his heart was racing. He clutched his chest, sure he was going to have a heart attack like the one that killed him.

 

It leaned down, wrapping it's lanky fingers around Husk's ankles.

 

“There you are!” Angel said in relief. However, Husker looked worse for wear. He was having a full blown panic attack on the sidewalk, shoved against the wall of the club. “Way to go, Cherri,” he yelled at her before moving to kneel next to him. “Husker? Can ya hear me?”

Husk's ears twitched and he opened his mouth, only to scream as he was dragged by his leg into the road.

“Can he normally run on his back?!” Cherri was actually alarmed now.

“Uh, No!” Angel was tired of her attitude today! He grabbed for Husk’s hands and pulled him back–

Husk watched in utter terror as the Zippered man buried a hand into the tuft of his chest.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZTTT

 

“JESUS FUCK!” Cherri leapt back as there was a fountain of blood erupting from Husk’s chest.

Angel stared. Time slowed down…it was becoming easier to trust his hands to do what they needed. He shoved at the empty space above Husk, finding they collided with mass.

“Ah, ah, Angel?” Husk stared at the red sky above them. “It's raining?” Blood rained on his face in fat droplets, warm and comforting.

“Cherri, come make yourself useful, Fuck!” Angel demanded, directing her to hold his chest closed.

“Did he just fucking unzip his own body?!” Cherri was too high for this!

“Just hold it!!” Angel gripped at his own fur, letting out a grunt as he yanked out a long string. He bit it off with his teeth.

“Angel! What the fuck is going on?!” Cherri was definitely too high. “What the fuck are you gonna do with Yarn?!”

Angel ignored her and pressed it against Husk's chest, feeling stupid, but trusting his gut. Like a sewing machine, the string worked itself into Husk’s skin in a stitch.

“Oh, Fuck!” Husk yelled, closing his eyes tight.

Cherri sat back, letting out a breath. “Angie. Seriously.”

Angel clutched Husk into his lap, staring at the empty space in the road. For a brief moment, he'd seen it. “Fuckin' hell, Cherri.”

Cherri took a moment, pushing her bangs out of her face with a bloody hand. “...Sorry, Ang. I fucked up.”

Angel leaned down, pressing his face between Husk’s ears.

“Is it gone?” Husk asked, finally daring to look up again. “Did the rain stop?”

Angel breathed out shakily. “We're goin’ home.”

“Let me…let me call you a cab,” Cherri said. “It's the least I can do.”

“I fuckin’ got it,” Angel said sourly, pulling out his phone.

[eternamarea]

: PHONE CALL AWAY, HEARTACHE AWAKE. giselle x fm!reader

synopsis. in which aeri is forgiven but not forgotten. now playing : glue song by beabadoobee — wc. 753

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏TOOTH-ROTTING sweetness attempted to fill the ambience as my hands gripped onto her shirt in a fit of anger, "ri... you can't leave me like this," it left so desperate, full of remorse and guilt as soon as those words left my mouth.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏"it's alright, i'll be back during summer," she attempts to reassure.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏"ri, you're leaving for korea! how is this gonna 'be alright'?" i fight back

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏"listen... it's my dream, y'know, to be an idol. please, just let go... people are watching."

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏a heartache awakens inside myself, this is all that i was, isn't it? a pretty girlfriend for my girlfriend to embarrass herself with.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏i let go of her shirt and a handful of spiteful words leave my mouth. i don't mean them, of course, and i also don't mean to leave her just like that, stranded at the airport.

🎬 — flashback end ,,

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏SUCH MEMORY repeats itself inside my head, we never officially broke up, but she must think we did. our few lasting mutual friends have told me about her night life and how oh-so close she is with this jimin girl.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏i feel delusional, clinging onto something from 4 years back. i stand up from the bed, groggy.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏maybe everyone was right about her. maybe i should’ve believed everyone about how much of a wreck uchinaga would leave me as. i had given her my all, but she was unable to reciprocate.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏"i'm a loser", i thought to myself. it had been many years of attempting to get over her, but nothing worked. it took me a lot to "forgive her", though i still long for her. it was almost as tragic as romeo and juliet, except neither of us had died even though it felt as if i had.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏grins were exchanged between me and my reflection in the mirror. was i going insane? i'd never know for sure, until all that's left of her is not the pictures frames in the living room nor the box full her letters from the first few months she was in korea. what's left of her should be the feeling of appreciation i have always had for her, from within, i could feel her warmth, but now, it is just a distant memory.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏as though i were a fish out of water, i choked on the few tears that would not leak, would not trail down my pajamas shirt and drive me mad once more.

🎬 — timeskip ,,

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏THOUGH I cannot hear her, i can visualize her in my mind. visualize her running across the stage, oh-so happy as her dream was fulfilled, as though i weren't a collector of those silly little glossy, cardboard cards with her face on them.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏i felt like i was rotting away, specially when i could've sworn i'd seen her. walking about, i must have been insane to follow the shadow of was supposedly her. except, it really was her.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏there she was, by the sumida river, with whom i could pinpoint as yu jimin. heartbreak awoke inside my chest once more, for i knew this whole time she was just a phone call away.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏she looked as happy as she did in my imagination, full of no guilt, and only herself. it hurt me though i should be happy. i just stared and stared as though i was a fan. the jimin girl pointed at me and told aeri something inaudible from the distance i was at.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏"i know her," aeri yelled, motioning for me to come over. i shot a soft smile, but jimin clinged the uchinaga's arm protectively. my heartbeat quickened as though i were watching my past self and aeri on a date.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏once and for all, i had to settle this. therefore for the first time in my life, i rejected her. i rejected uchinaga aeri by walking away into the midst of the buzzing city.

[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 16 -> CH 17

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @thatsthewrongwallcraig @icarus-star @cc-luvr @madamemaximoff06 @shady-the-simp @quicksilversg1rl @s-0lar @kristennero-wallacewellsver @ophelialaufey @mayathepsychic1999 @x-prettyboy-x @rorylover71

Jack knew he had to come clean to Dr. Carty about what he did the other night. He was surprisingly not as pissed as he would have expected.

"Jack, if your side effects were this bad then you should have told me. I will send a few new prescriptions to the pharmacy but I want you to start making notes of the side effects every day. We have to figure out a better way for you to get the things you need without wrecking your system." Dr. Carty pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You're lucky she checked on you when she did. You could have died." He scolded softly and Jack nodded his head.

"I know. I guess if I'm going to have a guardian angel, it's probably a good thing she's a nurse that lives next door." Jack could see that Dr. Carty wasn't impressed with the humor.

"You should consider adding her as an emergency contact in the event you decide you want to get a little fast and loose with your medications again." He peered over his glasses and Jack scrunched his face.

"I don't think we're there just yet." Jack didn't want to burden Y/n with so much of his shit so soon. He wanted to build up a connection before she had to be a part of all his demons.

They talked for almost an extra hour, discussing new medications, what they're supposed to do and some of the side effects. Jack made sure to make a list to ask Y/n about the next time he saw her which turned out to be at around 9:30 that night. He saw her taking her evening walk as he sat on the porch reading through googles best medication side effects. He sat the computer down and jogged towards her.

"Hey!" She jumped making him laugh.

"Sorry, you scared me." She pulled her headphones out and pocketed them as he started walking next to her.

"You're looking a lot better. How are you feeling?" Y/n she asked as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"I'm feeling a lot better thanks to you. I just wanted to apologize again-"

"Jack please. I'm just glad I was able to get to you in time. I highly suggest switching to weed if you need something to knock you out but that's just my medical opinion." She smiled at him.

"I finally talked to my Doc about the medicine change. I made a list of all the ones he's changing up just in case you want to give an opinion on that too." Jack pulled the list out and she laughed.

"Are you comfortable sharing that with me? I mean you can just tell me about the side effects when they hit. You don't have to-"

"I trust you." Jack pressed and she took the slip of paper. She nodded at the names and handed it back to him.

"These are some good alternatives. I would keep an eye out for dry mouth with this one. They make tabs to put under your tongue if it gets too annoying." Jack smiled at the recommendation.

"Who takes care of you if you're taking care of everyone else?" Jack asked curiously.

"Oh I've taken care of myself since I was young. I don't require a lot of care anyway. You'll be shocked to hear I am insanely boring." She lowered her voice.

"I don't believe that for one second. I'm sure you've got a wild night life that no one knows about. Maybe a secret second job at a club where you can dance in scantly clad clothes to get your kicks." Jack teased.

"So you think I'm a nurse by day and a stripper by night?" She laughed.

"I barely have enough energy to wash my hair let alone change out of scrubs to find some upper body to swing around a pole. Plus I have terrible knees." Jack laughed as she tried to show off a squat and winced.

"Okay so no secret double life. How about hobbies? What do you like to do when you aren't working or taking care of your mom and crazy neighbor?" Jack watched her take a moment to actually think about it.

"I like to read. I like to build things with my hands. I love to paint." Jack let out a belly laugh.

"Well shit why didn't you say that? I have tons of house that needs painting!" Jack gestured over his shoulder towards the house and she shook her head at him.

"I like landscape painting, not free manual labor." She pointed out.

"Maybe you could do a painting for me? My dad was an artist. He has this drawing of the house that kind of got wrecked during the clean out. I would love to get it redone. I'll even pay you for it." Jack offered.

"You don't have to pay me. I'm not an artist. I just like to paint." She blushed. This was kind of the first time Jack had seen a more vulnerable side of Y/n. She always seemed confident in how she presented herself. As a nurse, as a daughter, as a care taker.

"What about you? I think you mentioned you like to write?" Y/n remembered.

"Yeah I'm working on a book about my life...kind of. Changing the names to protect the guilty I suppose." Jack rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"I'm sure it'll be great. The horror stories of our lives always make for believable fiction. Most people don't think there are people who actually struggle as writers portray." She paused in front of the front gate and Jack stopped walking.

"Maybe...you could read some of what I have? Let me know how believable it is?" Jack asked nervously earning a sweet smile.

"I would love that, Jack." Jack now felt more anxious than before knowing she might hate his writing or his life story.

"I'm glad you're feeling better. Please call me if you start to feel your breathing getting weird. I'm still worried you're going to have after effects." Y/n touched his arm and he nodded.

"I'm feeling better, I promise but I will call you if anything feels off." Jack promised.

"You can call me too if you need anything...or you know, you just want to talk." Jack took a step further and Y/n laughed.

"You want to talk about all the neighborhood gossip? Did you see Sharon's new gardening outfit? Absolutely scandalous." She teased.

"If Sharon's the one with the red hair and huge tits then yes, absolutely scandalous." Jack's smirk made Y/n hit his chest with the back of her hand.

"Ew Jack! Stop jerking off to the neighbors!" She pushed her way through the gate and Jack threw his hands up.

"What!? You can't just expect me to not take advantage of free tits!? I'm a man!" He defended.

"Now you're hurting my feelings. I thought I was special." She put her hands over her heart.

"You are. You still hold the top spot of best tits in town." Jack admitted. Y/n smiled so brightly her cheeks were blushed as she shook her head.

"Goodnight Jack." She waved over her shoulder and Jack turned back to the road to walk himself home. He took a breath he didn't know he had been holding, worried things would have changed between them. He was ready to make a different kind of connection with Y/n. He just hoped she felt the same way.

[cfierce116]

I Want You Around Part 2

A/N: First off, thank you to EVERYONE who showed love on Part 1. I haven't written anything in 7 years so the getting the love means a lot to me. Anyway, here's part 2. Enjoy.

*Pairings: Solo Sikoa/OC (black fem)

*Warnings: Still 18+, a little tiny mention of smut...for now

*Word Count: Approximately 2200 words...

*

Fingers snapped rapidly in an impatient manner. “Earth to Sefa! Is anybody home?” 

Sefa jolted out of his reverie and turned away from the window he was looking out of. Two sets of curious dark brown eyes stared at him, one pair eyeing him in the rearview mirror and the other pair glancing back to the rear seat of the Tahoe he was lounging in.

“Huh?”

“We said what did you want to eat before we headed to the hotel,” Jon asked his younger brother. “Have you been ignoring us this entire time Uce?”

Sefa dragged a tattooed hand over his face and exhaled. “My bad. I just got a lot on my mind.” 

“Like what?” Joshua asked as he redirected his attention back to the road.

“Krys.” 

“Of course,” the twin brothers replied, smirks gracing their lips. 

Sefa rolled his eyes. “I know you not talking seeing as how sappy you are with your wife. You act like a lovesick puppy whenever we’re on the road Jon.” 

Joshua snickered. “He got you there.” 

“To hell with both of y’all. Anyway, what’s happening with Krys? Y’all good?”

“Yeah we’re good,” Sefa responded.  “At least I think we’re good.” 

“You think?” Jon asked as his eyebrow raised curiously. “What happened?”

Sefa exhaled as his mind wandered back to his late night conversation with Krys a couple of nights ago. Neither of them mentioned his request again before he left for the road and despite his calm demeanor on the outside Sefa was a nervous wreck inside. When he first decided he would ask her to move in with him, he was certain that Krys would agree since she loved him as much as he loved her. But she still hadn’t gave him an answer and he was starting to wonder if he jumped the gun too quickly.

“I asked her to move in with me.” 

“Like to live together?” Joshua asked.

“No to have a sleepover. Yes to live together dumbass,” Sefa quipped with a shake of his head.

“Well what did she say?” 

“She said she had to think about it.”

The twins’ faces dropped. “Oh.” 

Sefa looked between his two brothers. “Oh what? You think she’s gonna say no?” 

“Maybe she really does need time to think about it,” Jon said.

“Or maybe she need to figure out a nice way to tell your ass hell no.” 

Jon reached over and slapped Joshua in the chest. “You’re not helping at all.” 

“I’m just saying we need to consider all possibilities.” Joshua glanced at the rearview mirror to Sefa again. “But I’m sure it’s what Jon said. She just needs time to think. Living with somebody - especially your girlfriend - is a big step Uce. You’re sure you’re ready for that?” 

“Positive,” Sefa responded without hesitation. “She already stays at my place any time I’m home. We spend every second of our free time with one another. We should just make it official.” 

“Well are you sure Krys is ready for that?”

“I…Well I don’t know,” Sefa admitted softly. He placed his head in his hands and sighed. “Like I know she loves me but her biggest thing is she doesn’t want to ruin what we have now. And she’s worried moving in together will do that.”

“Take it from somebody who has lived with his wife for over a decade - that’s a valid concern to have. Quite frankly you don’t know somebody until you’ve lived with them,” Jon said.

“Let’s say y’all move in and y’all have some dumbass disagreement. There’s no other place for one of you to run to because y’all share a space.  And what if you uncover some annoying trait that she has that drives you insane? Kinda like how Jon hates how his wife refuses to put any item back in its intended place and leaves it laying around anywhere in their house.” 

Jon snapped his fingers and pointed at Joshua. “Y’all know I can’t stand a messy space. But I deal with it because I love her and we’ve been married for years. But best believe me it grates my fuckin nerves.”

The three brothers chuckled as Joshua exited the highway and merged onto the local roadway. Signs promoting local eateries passed by them indicating they were getting closer to their destination. 

“I hear y’all and I understand where Krys is coming from. But I know in my gut I’m making the right choice,” Sefa declared firmly. “We may not have been together for that long but she’s different Uce. I know she’s destined to be mine forever.” 

Sefa's older brothers shared a look with one another at the determination dripping from his tone. They knew when he had his mind focused on a goal there was nothing on Earth that would stop him from succeeding. But as his big brothers, they still felt an obligation to mentally prepare him if his plans didn't work out the way he wanted them to.

“Well what if she says no?”  Joshua asked.

Sefa pursed his lips together as he considered the possibility. Despite his confidence that Krys would eventually agree, he still had to consider how he would feel if she said no. There was no doubt that they would still love one another but would it cause a fracture in their otherwise stable relationship?

He simply didn’t know. 

Before Sefa could answer, Joshua pulled into the parking lot of Waffle House making Jon audibly groan. Sefa quickly pushed any negative thoughts out of his mind as he watched his older brothers bicker with one another as they exited the truck. He climbed out of the backseat and stretched his arms over his head, his black t-shirt slightly rising and exposing a sliver of skin. He reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled out his cell phone. A picture of him and Krys taken earlier that year on his birthday on the lively Miami strip greeted him as he swiftly unlocked his phone. He typed a quick message to her before he slipped into a booth across from his brothers. 

 *

“So lemme get this straight.”

Krys glanced up from her phone, an easy smile on her lips as she read the text from Sefa she received a few seconds ago. Her gaze landed on her best friend Imani as she leaned back in the booth across from her, folding her arms over the basic white tank top she was wearing. 

“Your boyfriend that you love with all of your heart asked you to move in with him. And you, Krystle Washington, told him you had to think about it?” 

“Yes,” Krys replied with a nod. She grabbed her frozen margarita and took a quick sip. “Exactly.” 

“And exactly how am I supposed to help you make a decision?” 

“You’re supposed to help me think logically about this. You know when it comes to Sefa I can be a little-"

“Dick-notized.” 

An embarrassed flush colored Krys face as she flipped Imani the middle finger. “You’re not funny.”

“Of course I’m not. I’m fuckin hilarious.” 

The two women shared a look before bursting into a fit of giggles causing the other patrons in the restaurant to glance at their table. 

The moment Krys dropped Sefa off at the airport the day before, she immediately called Imani and declared an emergency lunch meeting at their favorite Mexican restaurant.  Besides Sefa, Imani knew her better than anyone else in her life since they’ve been friends since their undergrad days. While Krys moved through life in an impulsive manner, Imani planned everything. She never made a decision unless she weighed all of the pros and cons and always had a back up plan. On the outside looking in, the two would not look like they would mesh well as best friends. However, they both offered one another something they needed: In Krys, Imani had a friend that encouraged her to let loose a little and to ignore her perfectly crafted plans.  Meanwhile Imani was the one Krys knew she could count on to ground her in reality instead of allowing her to get lost in her whimsical fantasy world.

“Imani give me some credit. I actually held off on making a choice the night he asked me.” 

“Which I must say I’m shocked. Because you and I both know you’re the kind to act first and ask questions never in most scenarios.” 

“Yes but living together with your boyfriend is a huge commitment.” 

“It is. Sharing a mutual space with one another. Dividing expenses. Having to agree on the same toilet paper to use. All important aspects.” 

“And I love Sefa. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have reservations.” 

“Such as?” 

Krys sighed as she ran a hand over her curly hair that was styled in a messy top bun, her index finger toying with the salted rim of her glass. “Things are just going really well with us right now even with him constantly being on the road. But what if we move in together we realize that we were better off having our own space and freedom? That we’re not compatible enough to live with one another? What if it causes us to break up?”

Imani placed her fork down on her plate and reached across the table grabbing her friend’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “You’re absolutely right. Those possibilities could happen. But I’m certain they won’t.” 

“Why?”

“Because Sefa adores you. If he could he would give you the entire world. And we both know he doesn’t let many people close to him. Him asking you to live with him is a giant leap that he’s taking as well. But he’s willing to take it because he loves you so much. And with the limited knowledge that I have about the way he thinks, I know he wouldn’t have asked you if he wasn’t absolutely sure about y’all relationship. Now I know I’m the last person who would say something like this but let’s think about the good things that could happen if you moved in with him.”

“Like what?” 

“The bond you share with him could grow stronger. Y’all could grow closer. Y’all could fall in love even more. Hell it might even lead to…” 

Imani trailed off as Krys felt anxiety fluttering in the pit of her stomach. She would be lying to herself if she said the image of her marching down the aisle to an awaiting Sefa didn’t cross her mind once or twice. But that’s what made this dilemma so challenging. She didn’t want her choice to fuck up the best thing that had happened to her in years. And most importantly, she didn’t want to hurt Sefa.

What initially started off as her accepting a date from a handsome new NXT recruit months after she started her new job as a photographer for WWE had blossomed into something even her idyllic brain couldn’t dream of. From the moment their lips first touched on their first date, Krys knew Sefa was different from the prior men she dated.  Yes the sex was breathtaking. But their connection went deeper than that. He was stoic on the outside but possessed a heart full of gold that only Krys and others close to him got to witness. He always surprised her with how he paid attention to every detail about her from how she liked her coffee (with five creams until the liquid matched her complexion) to how she preferred to wear her curly hair (a top knot bun to avoid her thick mane laying on her neck in the Florida humidity). He didn’t speak much but when he did, his deep, strong voice oozed into her ears like liquid gold causing her to hang onto every word he said,  fantasizing about the different spots on her body she wanted his thick lips to caress. 

But one of the most important aspects of their relationship was that Sefa accepted Krys for the person she was instead of trying to change her into what he thought the perfect girlfriend should be. He made her feel safe to show him the true her. With her exes, she always felt the pressure to conform her personality to merge seamlessly with theirs. But Sefa never made her feel that way. He was a loner and she was a social butterfly. She constantly wore her emotions on her sleeve while he hid his under lock and key unless he really trusted you. On paper, the two of them were like oil and vinegar. But to anybody that saw them together they were perfect for one another.  While she had her concerns about living with him and their relationship advancing to the next level, Krys couldn’t ignore what she knew deep down in her core.

Sefa was the man she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with. 

“I know that look all too well.” 

The sound of Imani’s voice interrupted Krys's thoughts. Her eyes landed on Imani's smirking face. “What?” 

“I know you called me out to help you decide but let’s face it. Krys you already knew what you wanted to say the night he asked you,” Imani said. “Remove what I think and what Sefa wants from the equation. What would make Krys happy?” 

Krys bit the corner of her lip , silently considering her friend's words before reaching for her purse on the seat next to her and pulled out her cell phone. Her eyes fell on the background photo of her and Sefa standing in front of his mother’s large Christmas tree the year before as she entered her lock code, the device immediately landing on the message thread between the two. Before her fears could stop her, Krys typed out a simple three word text.

Yes.

[sugarpuptard]

whyyyyyyy do my blender projects for 3.3 crashing each time i try to open it im gonna go insane i just wanna work on my vrc avi stuff again 。ﾟ(ﾟﾉД｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ gonna the others seem to work but i dont wanna transfer projects just lemme edit it in the one i can use add-one in plssssssssssss

i just wanna be more productive, the full moon & eclipse really got to me emotionally and i have been a wreck since, i talked to my mom about a few things when i got triggered so stuff started coming up and i lowkey regret it ;w; i am supposed to keep ignoring it and enjoying the denial why did i have to yap ughhhhhh it's just frustrating because im too scared to talk about it anymore even tho it's still affecting me and is literally on paper as one of my dx. so i feel like screaming into the void ahahahahaha .-.

should i go to therapy again? probably.

am i gonna still avoid it out of fear & frustration that it never gets me anywhere + i just forget what was spoken about when i leave & forgetting what i am struggling with when i enter? yeah lol.

i will be in my mind and writing sometimes when i remember to therapy too scary wahhhhhh i have been in the psych system since like 7 i have seen too many and many didnt feel like they helped. besides this one therapist she is an absolute angel, she was more holistic and so sweet to me and didn't make me feel crazy. idk if she still does that job or take adults tho.

idk i've been all over the place